>>6003341You utilize your current leverage over Sir Lambert to get some help strapping your armor back on. You both exit your tent and part ways for the time being with a short goodbye.
The moment you turn around after waving farewell, you bump into someone. About the same height as you, perhaps a mere centimeter taller. A feline, who wears an expression as stoic as Lambert’s if not as grim. He fixes his glasses (very strange looking glasses, you note), and carries what looks to be a ledger. He strikes you as a scholar.
“Ah, apologies…” You nod, hoping that will suffice as atonement.
“Nonsense, the fault was all mine.” The cat quickly corrected, but then his voice trailed off as he got a good look at you. For just a split second, there’s worry written in his eyes, but it’s swiftly replaced by calm once more. “Milo did mention he had a sister…”
Your eyes widen, and you’re not sure how to react. Again, you feel your hands crumple into fists, a habit of anger.
“How the hell-“ you swear, as if all you learned traveling to study among noble lords and ladies has flown out the window. “-do you know Milo?”
“I did not mean to offend, Miss Cecil.” He takes a breath, as if he knew it would come to this. “You may call me Alphonse. I serve under House Hayner, today acting as the Liaison between this band of knights and the castle. If you must know, I’ve spoken to Milo on occasion. He is technically a guest of the castle, even if the circumstances are strange.” He squints again, and then quietly chuckles. “You do look quite alike to him, I had worried he’d somehow escaped.”
Your fists return to their natural state as hands. So Alphonse here is just the messenger. “So, Milo is…”
“Doing alright. I can attempt to answer any questions you may have, but there are some things I am not legally allowed to speak of, and pretty soon I’ll need to speak the Grandmaster here…”
Questions. You’ve got plenty, but you realize you have not some servant but a liaison to House Hayner’s headquarters before you. Perhaps you can persuade him…
>”He’s talked about me?” It’s been five years since you’ve seen eachother. How strong is this supposed “unspoken connection?”>”Could you bring him a message? From me?” You have a feeling he can’t. Time to work some pathos. (Persuasion check, 50 DC, best of 1)>”I don’t have a thing to say to you. I’ll ask for answers from Milo, once he’s free from this joke of a ransom.” As far as you’re concerned, House Hayner are the enemy, as are its liaisons.>Write-in 