Getting Out (immediately following the Castillian Rescue)

[Katherine]

As Rolan and Dr Marguilias helped the injured Castillian Society members onto the horses, they were hailed by the man they had discussed their strategy with. He had obviously been in a fight - his clothes were blood-spattered, though at first glance it was hard to tell if it was his own blood or another's.

"They sent two pairs of runners," was his disgusted comment. He glances at the bodies of the priests and guards, looking momentarily impressed, before his attention settled on his injured fellows, concern showing clearly. He turned to the woods and waved, and another man, holding a pistol and with a rapier at his hip, and a woman holding bag that looked remarkably similar to the Doctor's, came cautiously out of the woods as well.

[Dr Margulias]

"Two pairs of runners? For this, such delay?" Dr. Margulias sounded unimpressed. His pistols were away, but he checked their fit in their holsters.
"They must have been skilled," he conceded, giving his brother-Explorer the benefit of the doubt.
"These two are unfit to walk from their escape, and we should hurry from this place. Feel free to have your own doctor inspect them." He nodded to the woman with the surgeon's bag, a professional nod, as to a colleague.

"You have our names from when we met before, but please, introduce us to your compatriots, and we may begone from here." Now that the fighting was over, Nikolai was very uncomfortable staying in a place with such recently spilled blood. His superstitious mother would have had it that he was feeling the departed souls as they took their leave. He just hated the waste of human potential, and was very nervous about being found near the scene of the crime, as any such scene of slaughter must be described.

[Katherine]

The woman examined the two former prisoners breifly, and shook her head. "We need to get them into beds, then I will see what I can do. My bother's hunting lodge," she added, turning to the men she had come with. "No-one will be there." The younger man exchanged a glance with their contact, and hurried down the path ahead of them, in the direction the inquisitor's cart had come from.

"Talk as we walk," Phillipe said, and turned to lead the way.

The woman took the lead of one of the horses, showing by her manner that she was familiar with the beasts. Once they were underway, she began the introductions. "I am Rosé, a scholar from la Boca. Phillipe is a field scholar," nodding towards the man they knew, "from the Forbidden Sea, if he didn't mention it. The boy is George, Phillipe's apprentice, who just recently joined the Frothing Sea. The shieldman who had been on the dig with us disappeared after we went to ground - I do not know if he was captured or decided to run and couldn't get a message to us." She sighed. "I don't suppose you have any extra bullets? Though I suppose it's just as well George is just waving that pistol around for show. He's a lousy shot."

[Dr Margulias]

"Nikolai, at your service, madame.
(OOC: how much ammo did we pick up off the guards? I keep a minimum of 8 shot, if there's left over, I hand it over to George wordlessly, if I'm low, I keep it all)

I believe that you have this matter well in hand now, yes?
For the safety of us all, we should not learn too much about each other. Your poor fellows can attest to that, I am sure.
I am anxious to leave this region, and return to my local chapterhouse. Forgive me, but I have matters of business to attend to. If I am missing for long, it will cause talk.

If my friend here is willing, we should begin our journey home at once."

[Katherine]

((The brutes weren't carying extra, I think you got 8 or 10 shot off the henchmen. George is scouting ahead, so you would be handing it to either Phillipe or Rosé.))

The woman glanced from Nickolai to Rolan, as if hoping the Avalonian would contradict the doctor. "Ah, forgive me, but I thought Paix would be giving us refuge..." The flustered expression which appeared momentarily disapeared when the man on the horse she was leading moaned, and she checked on him with professional efficiency.

Phillipe frowned at the exchange, and turned to Rolan. He quickly translated in heavily accented Montaigne, "Your friend says you must leave at once. Ours are not good to travel now. Your leader says you can shelter us in Paix. Should we need to travel alone to there?"

[RolanMacLachlan]

Rolan gives an inquisitive look towards Phillipe. "I believe that can be arranged. I can hide the lot of you in the Avalonian quarter if neccisary until better accomodations can be made. But we should be on our way quickly."