>>5556278You can’t say for sure whether Kendo is an Agarthan. He’s certainly an ass, but that itself is no evidence of anything. You decide to place your face in Lysithea. You release your grip on her arm, and she moves to stand between you and the soldier, who by now was just a few feet away from you with his weapons drawn. It turns out you didn’t imagine those footsteps you heard earlier. Six additional heavily armored men have emerged from the Great Hall, wearing the colors of the Leicester Alliance.
“It’s okay, Kendo! They’re with me. We came to figure out what’s going on in the city and bring it to an end.” Lysithea says.
“With you, eh?” Kendo narrows his eyes as he glares daggers at you, but eventually he relents and sheathes his weapons. “It’s good to see you again, Little Lady. Things have certainly gone to hell here since you’ve been gone. We’ve been in the process of trying to learn where your father and mother have disappeared to. Fortunately, though, we’ve got the culprit apprehended within the Great Hall.”
“Didn’t I ask you years ago to stop calling me that?! More importantly, what do you mean ‘the culprit’? Mother and father are missing?” Lysithea’s eyes widen. “Kendo, please! Start from the beginning. What’s going on here?”
“Eh, right, sorry.” Kendo scratches his head. “Forgot you only just arrived. Follow me and I’ll explain.” Kendo turns and heads through the double doors he’d come in from.
On edge, you and the group follow him inside, flanked by the six Leicester soldiers. You enter the Great Hall, quickly finding that the name is rather ill-fitting. Much like the previous room, this one is barren, dreary and cold. Count Rusalka had never exactly been one for aesthetics, but even the castle back home looked like a palace compared to this one. What catches your eye though isn’t the lack of hospitality, but the people sitting inside, one of whom is tied up and bleeding.
“Sorry for the interruption, you son of a bitch.” Kendo spits at the prisoner. “But I brought you someone you might feel a little more comfortable opening up to. Does she look familiar?”
The man recoils in his chair. He turns a battered and bloodied eye towards Lysithea before recognition hits his face like a stone. “L-Lady Lysithea! M-mercy! Please! Help me! Save me from this brute before he kills me!”
To the side of the room, you notice four additional figures, two women, a man, and a little girl huddled together.
“Martin!” Lysithea cries out. “Kendo! What is the meaning of this?!”
