Miklos recognised the protesting voices from the drawing room. “Ahh it seems my companions have made their own way here. That is well. By your leave I will invite them in here and introduce them to you, Lord Senator.”
As the motley crew entered the room Miklos introduced each one, “…and my friends allow me to introduce you to Senator Anastio, friend of Theosius our employer and Simion Torenescu and enemy of the Veiled Society. They have generously offered us aid and healing from their friends at the local church. They are also deep in the intrigues we have found ourselves in and may hopefully enlighten us further.” Miklos added.
Maruc wondered if there would be any issue in accepting healing from another church. He wasn’t really trained for interfaith co-operation, still Halavist’s never turned wounded folk from their door. Especially ones sent by local dignatries.
“Greetings my Lords,” said the country born priest. “I’m afraid our etiquette may seem a little rough for you so I would ask your forebearance. Thank you for your offer of aid. I, at the least, will accept it.” Maruc gratefully slumped into a proffered seat and also accepted a hot drink with a grin to the servant.
“Nicolai is our most sorely wounded friend, I will tend him until the morning. He is a brave and noble soul who fought with us without thought to his own safety. I daren’t think what would have happened had he not been there.”
The swordswoman listened to this conversation quietly, seeking only a few tidbits of information. Why did the Veils want a piece of Simion? What were their goals, and how did that contrast with the selfsame of Simion and his faction?
After seeing the severity of Nicolai’s wounds, the senator called one of his aids to him. “Your friend looks to be in need of immediate healing. My aid can escort you to the Church of Traladara.”