>>5629687You recall your father once giving you some sage wisdom. “One should never make an important decision on an empty stomach.” Choosing to align yourself with Faerghus again would have drastic repercussions for both yourself as well as the Blackwings. It was a serious decision you’d have to give serious thought to.
>You address the messenger and tell him just so. “Apologies, but this is something that will require further consideration and discussion amongst my officer staff. I cannot give you an answer here and now.”The messenger balks. It seems as though he thought you’d be jumping head over heels to accept Rodrigue’s contract. An offer of nobility is a one-of-a-kind opportunity, after all. Little does he know though that you’ve already once renounced your noble status and have no real drive to regain it at this time. “V-very well. Though I ask that you don’t take too long. As we speak, the King and his men march towards Gronder. They’ll need all the support they can get, and you and yours can truly make a difference.”
>“I promise to get back to you as soon as possible.” Maybe. For now, you have other pressing concerns to deal with. Namely getting out of here and back to Derdriu without incurring the wrath of any more Agarthans. You head towards the middle of camp to assess how the rest of the Blackwings are doing, and if it will be possible to get back to marching soon. Along the way, you are stopped by Lysithea, who comes running over to speak with you.“Blair! There you are!” She calls out. “They’re saying it’s okay to enter the city. It seems that those townspeople that posed a danger are… no longer an issue.” She says, grimly.
>“I’m sorry, Lysithea. There was nothing that we could do for them. At the very least, may we take some solace in that they’ve been avenged.”“Not quite yet.” She says. “Diogenes may be dead, but there are still others like him, are there not? They too, must be destroyed. Nothing like this can ever be allowed to transpire again.”
“This must be Blair Weaver.” A man walks up to where you and Lysithea are speaking. He’s an older gentleman, appearing gaunt and tired, yet still having an air of nobility about him. “My lady, it is an honor to meet you.” He bows deeply in your direction. “I am Rudolf von Ordelia. From the bottom of my heart, I wish to thank you for the aid you have provided to both my daughter as well as my domain. For years, Ordelia has lived in the shadowy grip of those who slither in the dark. Because of your actions here today, we may finally begin the process of rebuilding our home.”
