Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Monastery

[Luxin]

As the paladins stepped into the room, Aoife forcibly stemmed the waves of energy healing her, stymieing the aid to keep the golden-amber light from giving her away as anything other than a normal human. Even though Savien had been a boon, she still didn't quite trust the Church.

"We're here to discuss things of note with miss O'Mag here. I'm here under orders from the Council to ask her about some contact she had with a pack of wolves recently. If our information is to be believed, she not only saw them, but met with their leader. As a member of this church, and a defender of humanity, I have asked and been given permission to investigate further." As Darren spoke, he looked at both Kol and Madison. A weakling and a woman, and therefore nothing he felt any concern over. As his eyes shifted to look at the heathen witch lying in the bed, half propped up by pillows, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed slightly.

"She doesn't appear ill, though the scar on her left arm makes me wonder if she hasn't met with the Church in some fashion before..." he said, letting his words trail off. As he was about to speak, Aoife responded.

"Oi'm far more injured than Oi may show, Sir. A witch chose me as a target for a spell that drained at my loife force. Oi understand you mean to go and take interest in the werewolves Oi met with, but surely the woman who hurt me so is a more pressing danger?" She did what she could to keep the magic that was healing her going, but it had thinned to the barest trickle to keep from showing through her skin. She'd heard that some paladins could smell magic if they'd fought enough paranormals in their time. Though she had no evidence of such an ability, she'd decided to play it safe for the moment.

"Plus, Oi'm not sure what help Oi could be. Oi only met with them briefly, got threatened, and then went on my merry way, only to meet Kol here, and then Sir Durandet through him later on. Surely he can stay here while you ask questions. And Madison is my caretaker while Oi recover, so Oi'd loike her to stay as well." She smiled, and though the two paladins seemed stoic and polite, she sensed something off about them both.

 

[Ronin]

“We’ll decide what’s of interest to us, ma’am,” Decker folded his arms, standing tall and vigilant beside his compatriot. He gave a stiff nod and grin to Madison. “Cleric Sinlendral, be a doll and escort this kid-“ He gestured to Kol. “-out of the room? We need to conduct our investigation privately.”

“I’m afraid Aoife is already part of an ongoing investigation, monseiurs,” Kol found his voice again, his tone even and cautious, “one spearheaded by Sir Savien Durandet.” He nodded to the Druid. “You heard it from her lips. He had me put her in contact with him directly. I’m one of his informants, you see. I work Cascastel and Lupaix for him.” He tapped his chin. “In fact... demoiselle Madison, didn’t Savien say he’d be right back? I’m certain he wouldn’t be happy if he came in and found two of his coworkers grilling his prime lead.”

He offered the knights a gracious smile. “Perhaps you’ll want to take this up with him before conducting your interview...”

 

[SerinaBloom]

Madison was swept up in confusion for a moment as the four other persons in the room with her began to debate with each other. She did not appreciate the way these paladins were addressing her, Decker in particular. She stood her ground and donned a stern expression.

"Yes, Sir Durandet won't be very long. He should be returning promptly. You can continue your investigation once he returns."

 

[Luxin]

Aoife smiled as Darren's expression soured. It seemed like Savien's name was something he hadn't been expecting, and she felt a small amount of concern lift from her shoulders. Even hearing the others sticking up for her gave her a modicum of hope, and even as she stayed where she was, propped comfortably by pillows, she continued to heal herself, hoping it would be enough if things went from where they were to worse.

"Sir Durandet, you say?" Darren asked as he wiped the scowl from his face at the man's name. A do-gooder who never seemed to understand the futility of working with paranormals, and a liability to the Church, was all that Darren thought of Savien. Ever since they'd had a poor run in on a past investigation, one where they'd been running opposing tactics toward the same goal, they'd never gotten along. It might've had to do with the fact that by the time Sir Durandet had come swooping in to save the day, the targets had already fallen to the hail of fire that Darren's team had let loose.

"I shall wait for him, then. If nothing else, he and I may be able to apply ourselves to each task collectively, hastening them along. Tell me, do any of you know more details on his case, one which requires him to hold Miss O'Mag here so closely that I cannot ask her any questions in private?" His tone was civil, but there was a poisonous quality to it, a promise of something sinister, hiding beneath his calm demeanor.