Rhetta clears her throat to change the topic and soothe Florian. “We need to find a change of clothes, these are filthy and will draw their own kind of unnecessary attention.” “Great idea but with what money? If you haven't forgotten we're flat broke!” Khio states, earning a rather piercing stare from Rhetta saying she didn't want to hear that kind of talk from the person who ordered a feast with no money. The mood dampens and becomes depressed at their financial situation. The group wallows silently, when every dish is quickly cleared by the waitress. She stacks every dish and plate on her tray. Florian pulls the small pouch holding the coins she acquired from the knights. Florian offers up the small bag to the waitress “Miss will this be enough for the food?” The waitress sets the tray onto the table and gently takes the pouch from Florian's hand. She counts the coins in the pouch and offers a tactful smile “It's still short by quite a bit.” The waitress gives a soft pat on Flori

Rennier wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, and to a room he does not recognise. The room is small, yet comfortable. It holds a single bed, a chair in the corner as well as a small basin of water. Near the other wall rests a writing desk and chair. He can see the window, closed and with the curtains drawn. It certainly is a long way off from a dungeon cell and considerably closer to a room you would find at an inn. Rennier's surprise wore off quickly and shifted into caution, he sat up and glanced at his face in the mirror. Devoid of his mask and covering, his body covered in bandages from treatment. He looked up from where he sat and could see himself in the mirror. Rennier is smaller compared to his peers, slight in physique and stature. He had always been told he has a very effeminate grace to him. It explained why many of his undercover missions were always done in the guise of a woman. Earthen green eyes paired with jaw length blonde hair, he had no care for fashion aside from his ex

“Still! I can't believe that people were selling children! This is why the knights exist to put a stop to this sort of thing and protect the people of the empire. Khio seethed with fury, her knuckles turning white at how harshly her hands tightened around the reins. Even Rhetta who kept a level head held a look of distaste and some kind of darkness burning in her eyes. 'Florian is very calm in spite of the topic...Most noble ladies who suffered a minor offence would suffer from being traumatized and enraged for days.' Rhetta thinks back to before she earned her title as the strategist. Back to the time when she was a lower ranked knight doing grunt work. There was a case she assisted on; a case of the abduction of a noble lady who had called off her engagement. The ex-fiancée in question had 'kidnapped' her. For an afternoon she was subjected to stay with the man and have tea with him. When the knights arrived all ready for a fight to the death, imagine their surprise when there was

Maral and Dren look back to see Florian easily picking up their baskets and packages that had them loaded like mules. To their surprise, they struggled carrying that amount of weight and every time they got used to it, the loads only increased. Florian shifted the weight to one hand and happily waved at the dumbfounded kids. “Wow miss! You're so strong!” Maral exclaims, Florian grins bashfully “You bet I am!” The horses take a slow and steady walk, heading straight towards the village and slow enough for Florian to walk comfortably alongside them. The path draws closer to an entrance, occasionally having to retreat out of sight to avoid the gazes of the wandering knights. Eventually, they arrive in the village of Kilerth. The sun sat at its peak, affording them a few more hours of travelling. Kilerth, like many of the villages before, was a slum-like village with poor conditions. However Kilerth possessed its own peculiarity, much like night and day, the village both held the good

“I'm just hoping when we all get together, Basil will explain the situation to us. It's obvious he knows something we don't.”“Oho, I see you're dropping the honorific now Florian. Still- you came here on his word without knowing anything.” Khio jests and nudges Florian with her elbow. “Look, I don't call him by his title aside from an official capacity. He's always been like that, he never really explains anything and expects you to figure everything out by yourself.” “Mhm, sure...” Khio retorts, enjoying Florian's disgruntled expressions. “Basil hates wasting energy, there is always a reason for the things he does. So I will put my trust in his laziness alone.” “Still, it's difficult to trust someone hatching schemes when we don't know the outcome.” Rhetta adds, Khio nods furiously in agreement and stares at Florian as if to imply the voice of reason had spoken. Rhetta fiddles with her hands impatiently “Considering everything, you have proven that you want to help. I don't com