Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle

Anna approached the Wrencrest family, her steps heavy. She dedicated a tired smile to them as Ivagneth averted her presence.

She took Adelhayd's hand as sge sat down on a nearby empty chair.

"Yes... Yes, as well as they can." She decided to keep the pantheon change to herself for now "Am I interrupting a important conversation?"
Lawrence
Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest
Castle Grunewald

Adelhayd shook her head. "Anna, right now, nothing is more important than your own business."

Bennard tapped the side of his cup, staring absently at the window.

Ivagneth leaned towards Anna, raising a faint brow. "Anna, do you actually *Desire* This Ibbishman at all?"
Michael
Wisdom Serafina
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

After verbal confirmation from both Lord Pinewood and Lady Barrmount Serafina left the room to give the couple some privacy. As she pushed the library doors closed, a shaky breath escaped when her head rested against the cold metal details decorating the door. 'What am I doing?' She thought, closing her eyes to try and shake away the weight of her emotions fogging what had always been a clear vision of service. 

Serafina had done her duty. She had converted another soul to the Pantheon. But why, then, did she feel terrible for doing so? Many people had converted under her guidance, but this. This was new. A clamour of laughter from the dining hall drew the woman out of her thoughts and she straightened, a mask of calm and poise concealing the flurry of doubt that had shown on her face moments earlier. Serafina's stomach clenched at the thought of the food awaiting her in the dining room. Instead, she turned and made her way to her room. If she was to marry them tonight she needed to be sure and confront her own shortcomings.
Rosa
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Despite his age, Bradai Maith was still tall and strong, the muscle from his many years of slavery had yet to fade entirely. If his people had wanted a fat king, he thought, they would have simply allowed the Araedians to keep lording over them. His shoulders were broad like the mast of a ship, and his sharkskin overcoat hung off of him in a thick curtain of murky black. 

"Evening." Bradai looked down at the Wisdom as she made her way down the hall. He blocked her path. "Do you need any 'elp back to your room?" 

Slowly, his men began to emerge behind him. The castle staff had allowed his men to go and grab his crossbows, but due to the lack of staff, they hadn't notice that more of his men had taken their place. Six had gone, and eight came back. Six currently stood behind him. "We've 'ad a few misfortunes so far, 'aven't we? It's a dangerous castle and wiff night falling..." He pursed his bearded mouth, before stepping forwards, his cane striking against the stone floor sharply. "I won't 'ave anyfing 'appen to you. What kind uff a man would I be, allowing a defenseless priest like you to wander around unattended?" A crooked smile of mismatched with gold teeth took the place of his twisted mouth. "You can't trust tha villains in vhis place. Lead tha way, I already know where your room is."
Michael
Wisdom Serafina 
Castle Grunewald being rudely interrupted by Pirates in the middle of an existential crisis

Serafina glanced up at the Pirate King with a forced smile as he blocked her path. "Good evening, King Bradai." Her eyes glanced towards the men that stepped out behind him and her heart began to race slightly. This wasn't a casual meeting.

 "I'm not defenseless." She continued, pushing past him as he stepped closer. "What can I help you with?" The Wisdom did not break her stride, forcing her heart to calm itself as she walked ahead not paying attention to whether he followed, though he didn't appear to plan on doing anything else at the moment.
Rosa
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
Castle Grunewald, Helping a Servant of the Faith

_King._ He squared his jaw. "I appreciate tha flattery." Despite his cane, he kept up with her, stepping alongside as she stepped quickly down the hall. A laugh bubbled up from his throat. 

Bradai watched as she avoided his gaze, "You don't seem to 'ave many defenses, unless you've got a knife under vhat robe." His men let out a laugh behind them. "It's no secret vhat tha Lords of Vallen are trying to court your Panfeon, but vhat doesn't mean vhey're 'ere. You're in Godless territory. No one can protect you." A smile crept onto his face, "Except for me, obviously."

As they approached the door, Bradai's arm rose up and his cane shot against the handle with the speed of a viper. " 'oo is your fucking heir, Serafina?" His voice was low and hoarse. "If you're removing Charity Lane, vhen tell me, 'oo is your Godly choice? Surely you support tha rightful heir?"
Michael
Wisdom Serafina
Castle Grunewald, Vallen wishing Bradai would go fuck himself 

Serafina steeled herself against his taunting and the laughter of his men. 'What arrogance.' She thought at his continuous prodding, declining to answer the question of whether or not she concealed a weapon under her robes. "There is no such thing as a godless territory." As if physical barriers were of any consequence to divinity. "You'll forgive me if I prefer the protections of the Gods over you, King Bradai." 

The door appeared in the distance and Serafina held back a sigh of relief, desperately wanting to escape whatever spiderweb the Pirate King was weaving. Her relief was quickly replaced by irritation, shock, and a rising anger as his cane shot against the handle. Serafina's chest rose with a calming breath and she turned to face Bradai, a determined steel in her eyes. "I support the heir of the Gods." She paused and searched his eyes for a brief moment. "That is enough."