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>Take them home
>Oddly muted IS the most interesting
Before you answer their question, you need to ask them, "Where are you headed, anyways?"
The two of them look at eachother, and then turn their gazes to your disciple as he tends to your disciple. The squire boy looks like he's breathing easily now, but he has yet to regain consciousness. Resting on a bench at the rear of the carriage, his wounds have been stitched together by Mark's spell, and your disciple has placed a wet towel upon his forehead. You're not quite sure what that's going to do for him; healing magic always made you horny, so maybe the boy is just running really hot as his body quickly heals? That would make sense.
They seem satisfied at what they see, but Andras keeps his voice low regardless. "We're on our way to Farbury. The young lady is the good Baron Fionn's second daughter, so I am certain he will pay you handsomely for ensuring her safe return. His coin is good."
"And so are his men," Enid quips, earning herself a dirty look from the old butler. She ignores him, because she's quite certain that she knows what you're about. "Good and eager, I'd wager, to volunteer as payment if that's the sort of thing you want."
Andras lets out a sigh.
"Oh don't blame her, she's absolutely right," you tell Andras, though that just leaves him even more deflated. "We'll let the guild deal with the details, but I'll get you to Farbury... and I won't ask why you didn't just take the high road, either. I just need to stop at the Soul Tree and Cartrefol along the way, if that's alright?"
Enid's smile thins as you mention the High Road. It's peculiar any traveler on their way to Farbury, especially a noblewoman's carriage, takes the road less traveled. Bandits and cultists might attack you there, as they learned quite well, losing so many men. You don't ask, and she doesn't tell. Though she does sound a bit wary when she asks, "Cartrefol's on our road back, but the Soul Tree? I've heard a terrible witch lives within its shadow, preying on unwary travelers and devouring their souls..."
You let out a chuckle as you peruse the spears of the men on the ground. "Hah! That sounds like Miranda, alright. Though I think the only thing she'd be devouring is the traveler's unwary... <span class="mu-i">well, you know</span>. I guess a man she's done this and that with would come home drained, and narrowly escaping an evil witch's soul trap sounds better than having a quicky with the cutest girl in the forest..."
"Huh?" Enid makes a noise that doesn't quite comprehend your meaning. Her glassy eyed stare looks off to the distance.
"Honestly, I'd rather not expose Arthur to another..." Andras pauses and measures his words for a moment. "One of you is stimulating enough for the Dame Enid's squire, Lady Azalea. I'm afraid two of you at once might ruin other women for him."
"Oh, she's not into boys," you tell him. Enid turns pink, having gotten the wrong impression. "She prefers old men like you."
