Outside Pancrazio Manor
After much delay Tristan, Goran, Tahl, Sir Julian, and Tuke make their way towards the burial site of Luisa Pancrazio. Only twenty four hours earlier many of them had stood at the graveyard, paying their last respects to the fallen matriarch of house Pancrazio.
As the group approaches the gate the first thing they notice are the heavy chains that secure the iron gate together. Long, spike tipped bars stand firm against would be grave robbers. Approaching the gate it becomes obvious to even the most untrained eye, that the entrance to the graveyard has not been disturbed since the funeral yesterday.
The Temple of Ezra, while not as majestic as the one in Levkarest, loomed in the distance, the only break in the skyline of the town of Von Ziyden. Mid morning bells chimed the hour, sending an eerie mono toned hum over the air.
In Von Ziyden-
As Harold is preparing for his duties there is a loud knock at his door. The usual escort to the Pancrazio Manor must be early, Harold thought opening his door. Only instead of finding the house escort, standing before him was Lothario Enzo.
"Hello good teacher." The man begins with a sneer and a high tilt to his voice.
"I would like to talk to you about a possible financial arrangement. Employment perhaps. Can I treat you to breakfast? I know you have, ahem, duties at the manor of Roderigo Pancrazio, but I am sure you will find my proposal....enticing to say the least."
Lothario does not wait for Harold to answer, trying to move his way into the mans apartment.
At Pancrazio Manor, the Kitchen, by the window-
As Agna watches the others depart to investigate Luisa's tomb, she is greeted by a cold laughter behind her. Whirling she sees Magenta Floriela standing before her. The look on the woman's face is cold and hard.
"I wonder little serving girl, which man it is you watch ride away." Magenta slowly strides across the room to where Agna stands. The woman comes close to Agna, mere inches away from the half vistani. She leans in, almost lovingly, and with hot breath whispers against the young girls ear;
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"Is is the rugged Arkandale houndsman? His rifle strong in his hands...or is it Tahl, that celestial beauty...with his perfect body and peircing blue eyes?" The noble woman begins to caress the shoulders of the probably uncomfortable Agna.
"Or is the champion of Ezra? My beloved cousin? The shining knight in armor of all Borcan ladies dreams. Look at him on that horse...imagine what that powerful man could do to you, make you feel...." The noble woman's caressing hands begin to wander into more sensual areas.
"Or are you the strange one?" Magenta's lips were nearly touching Agna's throat now.
"Are you a human that wonders about the delights of the small folk? Do you lust after my house fool?"
Magenta's loving grasp suddenly turns hard and violent. Before Agna can react Magenta has shaken her once and now stares at her in the eyes, the look anything but friendly.
"If you attempt any of your lower mammal tricks on my jester...or try and seduce any of my fathers men I will make you suffer." The coldness about the young noble woman is enough to cause Agna's skin to crawl and raise in uncomfortable areas.
"Now, make me some breakfast. I hear you are the only kitchen help now." Magenta turns without looking any more at Agna and leaves the room
(1) This is a charm effect. I have rolled Agna's will vs a DC of 23=result 19
