[IC] The Room

[LemonZest1337]

*Hanna watches the knights talking with Elm and Jil*

*She keeps her eyes on the knights*

[Taeria]

*Elmyra ignores the knights ans replants the seeds with adequacy*

Elmyra: Hm.

*After that she gets up to face the Knights*

Elmyra: This is a commune with multiple inhabitants.

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian frowns, isn't a big fan of people demanding, and not asking.*
Jillian: We may have room for you and your men... But I would like to ask some questions first, before you are admitted. Who is it you seek? Maybe I can be of assistance.
*She examines all the knights, and manages to keep her lovable smile.*
Jillian: Also, who do the oakleaf knights serve?

[Overlord Thraka]

*Captain Anderson signals to the other knights, dismounts and the others dismount as well*
*He barks a few orders then turns to Jillian*
Anderson: We seek a wanted murderer by the name of Thalia Coldstone. She's been connected with a string of killings in Hallasholm.
*He pales slightly and his snootiness falters*
Anderson: This.. woman.. she's barbaric... The butchery she left behind... Well, suffice it to say she is to be apprehended and executed on the spot.
*He rummages in his pack and hands Jillian a sheet of parchment with a wanted poster inked on it. The image is that of a rather average looking woman who seems somehow familiar, until Jillian spots the tattoos, the thin strip of runes on the woman's chin, and she can realize it's Mergoux*

*Anderson waits for a moment for Jillian to look at the poster then speaks again*
Anderson: My order serves the Lord Erik of Icegarden. The White Bear. Now then, Silvan! Take the horses! The rest of you with me!
*A knight takes all the horses and leads them off to be tied up somewhere as Anderson and his men walk towards the room*

*Most promptly ignore Elmyra, except for the horse-bearer who nods to her respectfully*

[Taeria]

*The Elf brushes off her cloak and she straightens up her long dark hair quietly. She listens to the story and raises an eyebrow casually. She looks at Jillian, refusing to leave her side. However, she keeps silent*

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian keeps her face placid, and fold up the piece of parchment. She grabs Anderson's shoulder to halt him.*
Jillian: No trial, just execution? Doesn't seem like the honorable way. *She thinks.* You cannot simply barge in here, and kick down doors. The people here are taking refuge, and I will not let you disturb them. You and your men are welcome to sleep here, but do not disturb anyone.
*She crosses her arms, and looks over at Elmyra.*
Jillian: Agreed?

[Overlord Thraka]

*The captain snorts in derision*
Anderson: She is too dangerous to take back for trial. She's escaped custody twice already, and killed or wounded over a dozen Oak Knights. She needs to be put down! This... Butcher, is to be put to death at once!
*He glares at Jillian in anger but growls his assent*
Anderson: Very well... We shall find her by more... diplomatic methods. Just stay out of our way.
*He and the other knights walk towards the room*

*The other Knight finishes tying the horses up and walks back to Jillian. He bows his helmeted head to her apologetically*
Silvan: My apologies M'lady. Captain Anderson has just lost several men to the Butcher, he wants revenge for her actions.

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian nods to Anderson in understanding.*
Jillian: I understand your anger, but I will not allow anymore bloodshed.
*She grabs his shoulder again.*
Jillian: Understand that I will be in your way if you plan to harm any of the occupants of this room, are we clear? *Turns to Silvan.* It's fine, but I will not let someone recklessly run through this place on a witch hunt.

[LemonZest1337]

*Hanna scoots from the window into the kitchen*

*She gets another drink of water and goes to walk back through the main room*

[Overlord Thraka]

*Anderson growls in anger and shrugs Jillian's hand off his shoulder*
Anderson: We shall find what we came for, then leave. We've no interest in causing trouble with whoever else may be here.
*He sneers rudely*
Anderson: Understand that if you stand in the way of our mission, we treat you as a foe.
*Silvan facepalms*
Silvan: Captain please...
*The other knights look rather uncomfortable at their Captain's harshness*
Anderson: We are here for a purpose! Any who stand in our way must be dealt with!

[Vulkan 707]

Jillian: Good.
*She meets his gaze with a hazel eyes, and her smile drifts away.*
Jillian: Listen to your men... your anger is clouding your judgement so I will accompany you. I stand for the truth, and will seek it have no fear of that. If anything allow me to search this place for your supposed "Butcher," I can bring you her to you, if she truly is here.

[Overlord Thraka]

*Anderson looks outraged*
Anderson: Do as you wish! But I shall not stand by and let a stranger hunt for my target! Silvan! Keep a eye on her! The rest of you with me.
*He pauses briefly and sighs*
Anderson: We will search... peacefully. Come.
*He leads the rest of the men away as Silvan shakes his head and takes off his helmet*
*Under it, he's a middle aged man with long braided black hair and a rough short beard*
Silvan: I'm... sorry. Captain Anderson is... Well okay, he's a snooty git with a stick up his ass. Just don't tell him I said that alright?
*He smiles slightly and sticks out a gauntleted hand*
Silvan: Silvan Brengest at your service M'lady.

[Vulkan 707]

Jillian: As you say captain.
*Jillian watches the Anderson walk off, turns to Silvan, and shakes his hand.*
Jillian: Well met I am Jillian of Gilead. You knights are different then us... not well tempered. Now I must go, I cry pardon.
*She sighs, and strides into the room towards where Merg is sleeping.*

[Overlord Thraka]

*Silvan nods*
Silvan: A honor! Us? Wait, you are not a knight are you?!
*He looks a bit confused as Jillian walks off. He frowns and then follows her at a distance, not making any attempt to hide, but keeping his distance*

*Mergoux is passed out with a empty liquor bottle lying next to her*

*The Knights enter the room and scan the main room, then split up. Two going into the kitchen, and two into the bar*

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian nods as she walks.*
Jillian: Yes, I am a knight of Eld... or was.
*She makes it to Merg's door, and turns to Silvan.*
Jillian: Please wait here.
*She check's Mergs's door, if it's locked she knocks, if it isn't she enters silently.*

[Overlord Thraka]

*Silvan nods politely and stands at the ready by the door*

*In a massive oversight on Merg's part, the door isn't locked*
*Mergoux is in fairly average sleep clothes, still passed out and snoring slightly on top of the blankets*
*Her helmet is off, showing off that she matches the wanted poster with 2 exceptions. One is the long scar going from just under her left eye down to her jawline, and the second is her long Elven ears that are full of piercings. The wanted poster had her ears looking like a normal humans*
*She doesn't wake as Jillian enters the room, which has her armor and weapons stacked neatly in one corner, and her large leather bag lying next to the bed.*

[LemonZest1337]

*Hanna see's the knights about to enter and she scrambles behind one of the couches*

*She whispers to herself*

Hanna: Pleas don't see me, Pleas don't see me, Pleas don't see me.

[2BlackJack1]

*Lecter wakes up in the middle of the forest, and he sits up with a muffled grunt*
*The Devil Hunter slowly stands up as Karma lands on his shoulder, and tears a hand on am arm blade*
Lecter: How the hell did I end up here...

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian walks up to the sleeping form of Merg, and looms over her.*
Jillian: Wake up Mergoux.
*She stares down at her, her face completely placid.*
Jillian: There are knights who are seeking you, claiming you are a "butcher"... is this true?

[Overlord Thraka]

*Mergoux groans slightly and her eyes flicker, then go wide open*
Mergoux: What the- Hey!
*She leaps up, trying to tackle Jillian and press the dagger hidden under her pillow to the girl's throat or chest*
Mergoux: What is this!? What right have you to break into my room?!
*She looks enraged*
Mergoux: What? What knights!?

*Silven sees Hanna hiding and frowns in suspicion*
*He leaves his position by the door and goes over to the couches. His hand is on his blade, ready to draw, but he doesn't draw his sword yet*
Silven: Hello? Who's there?