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Absolved Will Be the Saviors

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Absolved Will Be the Saviors

Melnik seemed to be whispering something to his quartermaster, who after retrieving the shield, then left the premises with brisk paces. Soon after Amaris broke the silence between them.

"We are very grateful for the valuable information you have provided us, commander. I am sure you are aware that the death of a paladin, especially one that came to offer help and relief is a very grave matter. If you don't mind, we would like to know how exactly you came to possess such shield and how are you sure Paladin Thomas is already dead. Any information would be of great help. Where did you find it, in which state it was... Anything."

"It is a military secret," Melnik said again his trademark refusal, at least this time uttered without a smile or manipulative body language.

"Melnik," interjected Carmen, glaring at the Commander forebodingly. "Where did you find this? Tell me, and don't hide behind your military code."

"Captain Friston, I understand your grief and there are no words worthy enough to ease your pain."

"Just tell me, damn it!"

"Now everyone calm down." Melnik raised his both hands and shook his head. "See? Not so wrong, am I? What would you do If I tell you, I wonder? Seeking retribution? Find those who are responsible no matter the cost? Ain't that just pushing it?"

"I don't care!" Carmen blustered as anger and frustration rose inside him. He had prepared himself to hear the news, but unbeknownst to him it was this... much, and it turned out he wasn't ready.

Who would?

"I don't believe you. Not until I see his remains myself!"

"Then after you see his remains you will leave back to Westernant, in peace?" Melnik laughed, behind him, eight soldiers approached the premises with their weapons ready.

And Melnik stood up, shaking his head gloomily. "I am sorry Captain. But this is the reason why I can't let you go. I hereby declare you and your friends persons of interest! You may not leave my garrison until the Governor Lieutenant decides what to do with you. Hopefully, he will deport you back to Westernant."

Carmen's eyes widened when the soldiers started to surround them, and he got up from his chair. "This is an outrage! You have no right to detain us!"

"I do have!" Melnik badgered. "Listen, Captain. You've got what you are looking for; the fate of that Paladin. And I have retrieved you the memento to prove my words. But since you are thick-headed and know nothing better, you and your friends are a threat to our operation. I have to lock you up! Not only it is proper to conduct according to the military codex, but it is also the wisest option considering your ties with Westernant. Please do not resist!"

Carmen unsheathed his sword and pointed it across the table. "We will not be held captive!"

"Look around you, Captain Friston. I want you to consider your position carefully. Comply and you will be treated humanely. Resist and you and your brethren die!"

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The commander made an upset expression upon realizing his mug was empty but did not ask his henchmen for a refill. In the end, he just shoved his mug aside and leaned forward.

"Interesting, so you are really sponsored by the Westernant government, our old friends." he grinned. "Well, then. To your question. The rebels! Ah, those pesky traitors. We had a pretty good run for the past 20 years. After Feredin kicked the bucket, the top Commissars in Vesnaggrad thought it would be a great idea to involve the locals, make them join the cause, to give them purpose... ideas that liberation is something you have to fight for. I'd say it worked, and it worked too well even. We squashed the loyalists like cockroaches, and we maintained that status quo for nearly decades. But all good things must come to an end. Yesterday's recruits are tomorrow's enemies, infighting led to a full-blown civil war, and they are the traitors of the cause. Sorry, but I cannot say anything more. Military secret you see."

"About the witch." Melnik paused and clicked his tongue in mild disgust. "Turns out the crone has been here before the revolution in the capital took place. One of the old relics from Feredrin's tyrannical regime who was smart enough to foresee the sinking of the old empire. Why you want to know about the harbinger of plague and chaos is beyond me, but the deal is the deal. I've been here for 15 years at least and the story about her crimes has only been prominent enough to earn our attention since five years ago. Kidnappings, experiments, and Hexings... just to name a few. What we know today is that her hut is deep inside the rebel's territory, and sadly we don't have enough manpower to deal with that cursed woman."

The commander returned to Carmen again.

"Anyway, aren't we a bit sidetracked now? I thought your mission was to find this Paladin."

"Yes, but every bit of information could help us greatly," answered Carmen.

There was a brief pause as if The commander was trying either to refresh his memory or memorize this entire conversation. Not long after, he looked at Carmen in the eyes. There was no smile, or joviality this time.

"Captain Friston. I have seen this Paladin of yours and I know what he looked like. What I am going to tell you might be something you don't want to hear, but it is definitely news you seek."

Melnik gestured for his quartermaster to fetch him something from his tent, meanwhile, Carmen's previously deadpanned expression now turned stern.

"What are you talking about?" Carmen hesitated, with brows already furrowed.

"I am talking about this. I am sure you are familiar with it."

The quartermaster returned with a wide object covered in white clothes that once its covering was removed revealed a heather shield plated with gold and adorned with the ornament of the golden sun. It had bloodstains on its handle, and the surface seemed to be scarred by dents from musket balls, sword bites, and spear thrusts. Melnik placed the shield on the table for everyone to see, and it was the moment when Carmen felt his blood freeze and his own tongue had sunk and blocked his throat.

"Captain Friston. I am sorry to be the bearer of this ill news, I know it must be hard for you, but I have to say it to honor our agreement. Paladin Thomas is already dead."

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"Let us not forget, Commander, that when Westernant opened its border to accept refugees of your Civil War despite our status as enemies, Tretagor repaid that gesture by sending in spies along with the refugees. But, just as I am sure you are about to say that you had nothing to do with that, so do we have little to do with that debacle. So why not we put the past behind us? As for our intent, I would like to point out that we did attempt to de-escalate, only for your men to shoot at us. But even disregarding that, we do not cause any further harm than necessary, one of our own even helped heal their wounds. We could also continue to avoid law enforcement, but here we are to clear the misunderstanding. I'd like to think that proves we are coming in good faith. That said, it was undeniable that our side started the conflict, it was a rash decision by some among our numbers. For that, we do apologize."

"Bless the great Czarnia!" scoffed the commander. "Westernant sent out someone so naive I almost believe this entire farce! Lady, in war, all is fair among the combatants. And both nations employed some of those lousy tactics for information. Still, the entire enterprise of shooting civilians must not be justified, nor your role in intervening in the proceedings of the local law and trespassing or domain."

It was Carmen next who responded, for whatever mental burden the Redstripes Commander had caused by reminding him of that last accident, the Inquisitor was trained to temporally set aside guilt to focus on the task at hand.

And for Carmen, being a noble himself granted him an additional advantage in diplomacy.

"And we are here to amend that, Commander Melnik. I think that should be clear enough at this moment. And I too humbly apologize for the misgivings we caused earlier." pausing to eye at Carnathia, he added. "Though I shall not address the accident you mentioned, for We are not the actors of that past accident, and we are here to discuss matters of the present time."

The commander rubbed his chin and laughed and boomed at the same time at one of the conscripts. "Hey, you! Drag some chairs and table for our guest!"

A long table, a bench, and four chairs were dragged away from the neighboring tent that seemed to be the place where the commander kept his belongings. He was the first to sit at the bench, placed too conveniently at the south side of the table, facing Carmen and the other, who sat in the opposite direction.

"Sit down, will ya! Can't say I hate our little banter so far, so yeah... time for us to be the bigger men and show you some amount of proper hospitality!"
Seeing the reluctance, he winked at Mirielle. "Please, don't be so tense. Come in peace, aren't you? At least none of us here is having their hands on the pommel of our weapon. Yet. Or... handle, or whatever."
Letting the particular guest choose for herself, The Commander returned to Carmen again, who at least appreciated the hospitality by taking a seat for himself. "Say, Captain Carmen Andario Friston. Are you allowed liquor in your new... guild?"

"It is allowed."

Melnik clapped his hand again.

"Beer then!" He called. "And ladies, don't be too shy!"

When the beer arrived it was frothy but a bit tasteless. "There used to be a decent distillery around these parts, but the owner was on cahoots with those damn rebels... well before we split anyway. So we hanged the owner and burned the place to the ground. A terrible mistake. Really! But Order is much more important than a stiff drink, don't you agree?"

Carmen nodded, while Melnik took a deep gulp from his tankard.

"Well, not here for a small talk I see. Alright! Alright! I will start then. I know you are from Westernant, you bunch crossed the border some fifteen days ago. There were nine of you, but somehow I only see four tonight. Can't blame your friends if they find a military installation an unsettling place to visit. Just ask Leroy there," turning to one of the conscripts, he barked. "Roy! Do you like working here?"

The young man, battered and rattled, answered reluctantly without even looking at Melnik. "Of course sir. I like it here!"

"Course you are! Cheeky bastard, I will give you five less lashes when you mess up!"

Now returning to Carmen and Carnathia, he continued. "Back to our little talk. Where were we?! Ah, on why you are here. And that would be to find your most beloved Paladin Thomas, correct?"

Carmen, again only responded by nodding, seemingly saving his energy to deal with more hammy exposition from this commander.

"Ah, bingo! Now, before I let you ask me to divulge what I know about your itinerant cleric. Allow me to ask you one thing; did you get anything useful from that charlatan? I hope you did, really, considering the price..."
At that shallow jab, Carman did not bother to utter any word of defense. He seized the opportunity to be on point, and remembering it almost made him lose his calm. "Plenty, we found corpses of our brother in sisters in faith, tied in a log, burned to death, and left to rot in the wilderness. The site is just six leagues southeast of your garrison."

Melnik bared his teeth in a smile. "Ah, so we are your prime suspect then?"

Carmen gulped his tankard and adjusted his hat upon realizing that his emotion was showing. "No, but since it is within proximity to your garrison, I reckon the commander should at least know something about it."

"Maybe, or maybe not..." Melnik shrugged, but then it seemed he finally toned his faked joviality a bit. "Tell me, Captain, what is your mission, really? To find Paladin Thomas or investigate the death of your 'brother and sister in faith'?"

"We believe knowing anything about the death of our brethren could lead us closer to Paladin Thomas."

"Fair enough," murmured the Commander. "All I know is it was the work of the rebels. But they are not here anymore. We drove them out of this region and pushed them to the mountains three months ago. But it seemed some of the charlatans from their ranks still wander about in our territory like damn rats. Can't have my men patrolling every corner of this region, you understand? We have a lot of firepower but not enough hands to use it."

Come to think of it, the number of soldiers equipped with firearms in this God-Forsaken land was indeed unusually high, but Carmen decided to put that aside for now.

"You say it was the work of the rebels. Do you have any evidence that supports that?"

"Aha!" Melnik smacked the table and smiled jovially. "That's why I love this talk! You just don't give up, do you? Listen, Captain, if I am going to answer your question, then it is only fair if you answer mine too. For example, why don't we start with a little background? Who sent you? Who do you report to? Assuming you have no problem answering that... of course."

Carmen sighed. He knew from the start this Melnik would be a pain in the neck, but his back-and-forth has eroded a fair bit of his patience.

"We departed from Helvetia. It was the Order of the Sun, Melnik. The Order sent us because they care about our brethren." as the Captain's zealousness began to show, the more it seemed that Melnik was making a mental note. But why should he care? Carmen thought. All he was going to say was the truth and the truth only. "Now, do you have that evidence or not?"

Smiling, Melnik rested his elbow on the table and massaged his palm. "To be honest with you, Captain. My words are the only evidence you can get. Whether you believe it or not it depends on you, we trade words with words, and the way I see it the quality of my words is no less invaluable than yours. It's my turn then? That's a long way from Helvetia to Sielse, was your journey sponsored by any nations? I remember you looked pretty offended when I recalled the accident 7 years ago. And why enlist a Westernant noblewoman in this... rescue mission, if you don't mind me asking?"

Melnik glanced alternately between Carmen and Carnathia before raising his mug again, this time, sipping it slowly.

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Knowing well Amaris could do little to help on that negotiation, she simply focused on gathering as much information as she could about their surroundings and the movements of the other soldiers. In case the negotiations failed, violence would be the only outcome and she wanted to be ready for that possibility.

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If one observed the camp thoroughly, it seemed to be populated by no less than 60 soldiers, judging from the amount of tents. Its wooden fortification was two and a half meters high, made of logs with pointed ends, and no wall-walk at all. The sentries in the tower had focused all of their attention on the parleying party, but no weapons were raised yet.

Curiously, nearly half of the soldiers stationed there did not look as combat-ready as the rest of their peers. They were poorly armed, seemed physically less sturdy, and some could be seen doing menial tasks like unloading the rotten grains and cleaning swords and boots, all while the better-equipped soldiers busied themselves with dinner or recreational activity. Though some of the common grunts could be seen observing the party from the distance, they could only go as far as the three bloodied logs at the center of the garrison, where the poor ealdorman was shackled, waiting for his cruel executioner.

And when the lashing began, the number of spectators multiplied. Apparently, the news about the subtraction of their provision was a bigger issue than a bunch of nobles causing troubles in their governed land.

So, if one worried that the negotiation would turn sour, safe to say that it would take a while for the red stripes to completely swarm them. However, the sentries in the towers might need some sophisticated work to take out, and regarding the commander, none of us knew what he was capable of yet.

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The spider drone started to move on as the entrance guards have their attention to the Carmen’s parley team. It crossed on the different side of the road with ease and was unnoticeable due to its crystallized structure camouflaging the area heading through, kept crawling under the lower part of the wall for a blind spot. Once it arrived on the first target spot. It dropped the bomb like it was laying an egg, sticking on the wooden wall. Same thing on the second target spot. The explosive bomb was placed into two sides of the northern wall. Both sides, on between the edge and the center of the northern wall. Simulating both side breaching spots. The spider drone stood by at the center of northern wall. The spider drone was waiting for the signal. Once it gets breached by the two bombs, it will go to two valuable facilities to sabotage with incendiary bombs. Bombs are still inactive and will be active once Linceleste cast an activation on it, for now it still those are still in standby.

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The mechanical spider managed to slip past the distracted soldiers unnoticed and planted the grenade with no difficulties. However, returning back seemed to be a tall order. As the Captain's group entered the premises, the patrolling soldiers immediately resumed their duty.

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Meanwhile, Carmen desperately fought a sense of uneasiness when the gate was closed behind him, trying to dismiss it as the usual conduct every military in the world accustomed to. How long has be been? He wondered. They said once you were already part of the hierarchy, you could never get out, apparently his faithful allegiance to the order proved it otherwise.

By the grace of Kolya the soldier, the party was led toward the eastern part of the camp, there parked the two enclosed carriages they saw earlier. Next to that carriage, stood two men; One officer wearing a worn-out breastplate painted red, and the other was a monocled officer that seemed to be their quartermaster.

In front of those officers, a man dressed only slightly better than common peasantries could be seen prostrating. Even from this distance, it was clear that the two officers didn't seem very happy.

"You take me for a blind or a fool?! Half of this week's shipment is ROTTEN!"

The officer's outburst made even the deadpanned Kolya stop dead in his tracks, gesturing the party to halt and wait as well.

"No one's interrupting Commander Melnik if they know better," he said.

It was hard to tell what the other, especially the peasant said in defense, but the keywords were 'mercy' 'thievery' and the rebels pillaging their crops. It seemed Menik wasn't convinced and he dismissed it as the fault of the peasantry, all wrapped in lousy lies.

"Carve this in your filthy head. We are here to bestow you yokels security and order, and I and my men are already doing our part, ain't that fair of you to do yours too by obeying the acquisition order? Damn it! Do you want to play that way?! Fine! Soldiers! Give this man twenty-five lashes! A punishment for sabotage by delivering defective goods. Your food will be halved this week. Make sure you say your thanks to our dear Ealdorman. Do it now!"

It was after four soldiers dragged the Ealdorman away, and his cry for mercy resounded in that camp, Kolya then allowed the party to move forward.

"Evening, Sir. You've got some guests. They are nobles from Westernant."

Melnik squinted, while the appearance of the strangers did not betray the image of the so-called 'nobles', Westernant and the red stripes were hardly allies, and it was the fact that both field commanders knew all too well.

Breaking an awkward silence, Melnik glared at his subordinate to continue. "Well, and their names?"

"Carmen Andario Friston, son of Duque Galvez Andario Friston, these are my companions, Miss Amaris, Baron Carnathia De Valmont, and Inquisitor Mirielle. We come to you to parley."

"They were the assailants... sir. Sergeant Tarin let them in, and said they might have information that might interest you."

The commander sighed in disbelief. Both amused and cautious. "I will be damned! You are dismissed soldier, and Sir Quartermaster, gather some conscripts to unload those grains. I want everything inventoried!"

Then he turned again to Carmen. "Long way from Castediar, Captain Friston. Or should say the Prince in shining armor? You've caused us a great deal of confusion this morning, and now you approached my camp as if nothing happened! What a noble attitude, and we received you with open arms and friendly greetings! I don't remember Westernant Border Guards acting that amicably to those poor refugees seven years ago."

"I don't think that was our purpose of this parley." It was Carmen's turn to observe the commander; he seemed like a man in his late fifty, with a tall and stocky figure, common characteristics of Native Tretagorian. His nails were clean, and his face was cleanly shaved with hair trimmed neatly. He looked like someone who hailed from an educated background, and somehow, his face wasn't all too unfamiliar.

"Westernant shot those poor hicks without a second thought!"" Rasped Melnik glancing cautiously at Carmen and his companions with an intimidating gaze. The next words came out of him in a bitter scowl "That's something to ponder, ain't that true, Captain Frston? And there is more; today you and your groupies had cost me two men. How could I act like nothing has ever happened? How could WE approach this parley with cordial intent?"

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The party did not waste any time. After getting on their horses again and making a turn so their approach wouldn't raise suspicion, they slowed down.

"Let me be your outrider and observe. If they show any sign of hostility after seeing us, we retreat. Do not wait for me, yeah?"

Spacing himself some 4 meters away from his companion, Carmen squinted his eyes to do his part: keeping an eye on the patrolling soldiers. They had now seen him, and his heart skipped a beat when they announced their presence to their friends. Red stripes, it had been five years since his latest encounter with them at the border. The memory was unpleasant at best but, somehow it played in his head like some sort of survival reminder.


"Peace!" he shouted, raising his hand as he steered his horse in a slow and careful approach toward the right side of the road. The soldiers did not react as drastic as he expected, and glancing to the left side of the road, it seemed the sentries on the towers hadn't readied their weapons yet.

"Stop!" said the patroller, diverting Carmen's attention back to the red stripes blocking the road. Only one of them was armed with a musket; the other had a crossbow and was seen reloading it as they approached their sergeant. "The road is closed." Said their sergeant, unsheathing his sword. What he said surprised Carmen for a bit, even if this sergeant was a different specimen from one they encountered this morning, his lack of alertness was concerning. The accident this morning should have made the entire base aware of their presence.

"You look suspicious! Where are you from and what business do you have riding in the night like some sort of fairytale?"

The sergeant walked closer as Carmen dismounted from his horse, placing his hand on his chest as he introduced himself.
"My name is Carmen Andario Friston, son of Duque Galvez Andario Friston, these are my companions, Miss Amaris, Baron Carnathia De Valmont, and last but not least, Inquisitor Mirielle."

The sergeant spat before smiling at the ladies, showing his partially yellowed teeth in his rather unsettling attempt to show courtesy.

"That's a pretty serious name you brought in this 'umble land. Prince Friston." said the sergeant sarcastically. "And your business here?"

"That would be to parlay with your Garrison commander."

The sergeant paused, tilted his head sideways, and looked at them up and down as if examining an antique. Meanwhile, it seemed his friends had already surrounded them as the talk took place, watching them carefully from a respectable distance.

"Wait, this rings a bell!" exclaimed the sergeant. "You are not the scoundrels who beat Yarkut and his ilks this morning, are you? Oh yes, it has to be you, alright! Aint no peasant here rides horses, and rebels and traitors don't dress as fancy!"

The moment he said that the entire group seemed more alert, but only the arbalest and musketeers aimed their weapons, the rest remained at their place, watching in anticipation.

"I assure you we come in peace." Said Carmen, glancing wildly at the sergeant. "We approached you with cordial intent, you said know who we are and the crest of my clan is pinned on my hat. All we wish is to talk with your captain, harm any us, and you shall instigate war with Westernant, are you ready to bear that burden?!"

The sergeant winced and grunted. "Ah, true what you say, Prince. But we can't overlook what you did back then. Nobody here likes Yarkut and his squad, a bunch of snobs they are, but still, order is order."

"We are not here to get arrested." Carmen's hand crept closer to the pommel of his sabre.

"Not like that. Now you are here, the Commander will decide what to do with you, saving me from the trouble that way. We will grant you a pass, but only you and Miss Baron. Had you come here with only yours truly and that lady with carrot hair, we shall have no problem. But your other aides? One looked like she could eat me like a striga and the other? I could see it from here Gal is itching to bust some head open. You can get in, but they will stay here!"

"I will not go in there unless all of my friends go with me," said Carmen resolutely. "It is a perilous journey from Dragon's Maw to Sielse one should be pardoned if he brought with him a few stern friends. Besides, that's very ungentlemanly of you to insult them when they have done no offense."

"Don't be too hesitant, Prince! The accident this morning happened." the sergeant snorted. "But, that's true what you said. What message to the commander you wish to relay?"

"That is confidential."

"Gotta do better than that."

"The situation in the border."

Pausing again, the sergeant turned to his deputies, talking to one who shook his head in doubt. "Easy, there are only four of them and dozens of us inside. Even if they are lying bastards, what chance do they have?"

Returning back to Carmen, the sergeant chuckled dryly. "Sorry for that, old hate toward the old royals, you see. Fine, you can go in, but your horses stay outside. Kolya! Take this prince and princess to Commander Melnik!"

The soldier Kolya nodded, and with a deadpan expression gestured the party to follow him. "Open the gate! Envoy's coming!"

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"Still, If you really think it would be a good idea... I can still go." Amaris said, acquiescing as she sighed.

"I am sure Osric is more than confident enough on his aim to land a surprise shot in the guards should things start to get ugly. Some explosions to stop, or at least delay reinforcements would be interesting as well, should the situation calls for it. I am sure you will both take care of our backs, right?" Amaris finished, nodding towards Osric as she noticed him checking his gun and Linceleste.

"You will always be needed on whatever front you choose. But the question is do you want to?" Carmen asked teasingly, chuckling. "It is not an order this time, Amaris. You are a free woman and I have promised that I shall not compel you on anything against your will. Far be it from me to force my friends to take a risk they don't want to."

After saying that Carnathia interjected.

"I think Lady Amaris' assessment is correct. No offence intended, but I suspect your Sarkazian lineage would only arouse suspicion. Especially if they are with the red stripes. I've heard rumours of them holding on to backwater pseudo-arcane belief that magic inherently is evil and warps the mind. Who knows what sort of superstition they have for Sarkaz. I will go with Lady Mirielle and Captain Carmen. I am a noble and as a daughter of a Ducal Household, I am somewhat versed in diplomacy. I am not sure how much I can help, but at the very least, I think I can contribute more than were I to stay here."

"Well, having Amaris with us is still a huge advantage if we approach this parley with low optimism that the other party would acquiesce to our request. So that would depend on her, Amaris has the final say on this."

Carmen gestured toward the Sarkaz woman before bowing at Carnathia. "Thank you for trusting me."

To Osric he added. "The Lord Creator shall protect us, but to be safe I think a briefing would be appropriate, we shall approach their post slowly by horse, at that moment, please cover our approach. You don't have to focus on the sentries by the towers, even if each of them was armed with muskets. Either muskets or bows or crossbows, the limitation of such arms are apparent in the great distance, instead, focus on the guarding soldiers near the blockades."

"Well, friends. If we are done with our small arrangement, let us go."

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"I understand your concern, Amaris, but I must try this. I know how their military operates, and as a field commander to another, I am optimistic we might be able to see eye to eye."

To that word, the sarkaz woman shrugged.

"Should we decide to talk to them, we should be ready to at least trying to run away... Maybe a well placed explosion could make it much easier... Regardless, an escape plan is definitely needed." Amaris finished as she looked to the rest of the group.

"That's why I need some of you to stay here, If they don't play nice, we shall unleash hell on them to break free."

When the party was in the process of arranging their plan, a carriage suddenly emerged from the darkness and rode toward the garrison at a rather hasty speed. Carmen paused to spy on the incoming actor, who stopped near the gate for security checks. From this distance, they could hear the sentries gloating loudly.

"You are dead meat, Ealdorman! The captain hates to deal with latecomers! Hahahaha!"

"You are clear, just get in, and don't forget to beg for leniency!"

Now back to the party, Carmen produced two metal compasses from his pocket and handed one to Leinceleste.

"Press this button to speak. This button to listen, I will keep mine ready so everyone can hear what is going on. I will ask you to stay here, Miss Lynx. You are our trump card when everything goes south. We will go with your plan as our countermeasures, you know what to do!"

After saying that, Carmen removed his cloak and wrapped it around the teenager's shoulder. It will keep you warm. This will be a long night.

"Who's going with me?" Carmen asked again.

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"I have bombs that can divert the attention of the military troops. I'll mount them on my drone, drop them, and set them off to detonate at a key location, allowing us to pass through while the military perceives it as a siege from the opposite side.

Wat'cha think, Skipper?"Linceleste suggested to the party and looked on Carmen on last.

Carmen did not reply immediately. His eyes were glued on the outpost and the sentries. The question was left hung until Carnathia spoke about the importance of not starting another trouble before asking Lenceleste about the nature of her bomb.

Meanwhile, Osric seemed to agree with Lynx's plan. However, it was his question that made the Capitan twitch.

"This is... honestly maddening," said Carmen. "I don't think they had no inkling about the execution of our brethren, and if they were After Thomas, they should know his whereabouts. I know we had a plan to go straight to Sielse, but I am also afraid that we might miss an important clue if we just leave them be.

"Miss Carnathia, may I implore you to where and what route we must take should we refrain from crossing through their barricades? Assuming we follow your proposal and if our map is to be trusted, do we know the end of every alternative path and road? Is our supply of provisions enough for such a lengthy journey?"

The captain shook his head and looked again at the fortification with a twinkle of fire in his eyes.

"If none of us here know, and the distraction plan is doubting, I will head there and demand to speak with their captain. Some of us may stay here if you want. If all is well and we somehow reached an understanding, we could continue our investigation without being hounded by their faction, or at least we know that they were not the ones responsible. Who shall be my companion in this parlay?"