Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Dungeon

"But these soldiers lives are also part of my responsibility..." He'd answered, anger grows slowly within his heart. Filling it as the frustration goes on stronger as the ignorance of the elderly knight made him to do so. But was it wise to call out the elderly knight because of it? Perhaps. However, Bryan was reminded of one thing. Despite whatever he was, whether a lord of a town or not, he must pay his respects to the elderly knight regardless of how they act. That was one of the code in the order that's all knight should follow with.

He reluctantly acknowledge the elderly knight words despite how much he hate it. However, he must not forget what he stands at. He let out a deep sigh, and slowly nodded in response. He let go of his anger, subduing it slowly as moment passes. Eventually, he raised his right palm and brought it to the left side of his chest, snapping into a stiff salute..

"Apologies for the rude behavior, my lord." He said, as he respectfully bowed to him. "I shouldn't has said that." He pointed out, and letting out a sight following it. "....I'm just trying to help. I thought that, if we were to strike now. I decided to use cunning moves to let that happen now." He stated, disappointed by him own self. "Forgive me of what I has done, sir." The young knight plead for forgiveness.
Stacey
"Put the key away."

Hubert still stood motionless.
Ralph
"Sir." With one quick response from the young knight, he obediently follows the elderly knight command shortly afterwards. As he closes the door and locked it away, he took the key away from its place and attached it to his waist. To ensure that one of the prisoners should not able to escape. Though, he gave the female prisoner a sad look before turning his attention to the elderly knight before him.

"I assume we should be going then, my lord?" He asked, he stood at ease before him. Ready to obediently follow the elderly knight command.
Stacey
Hubert stood motionless for a moment.

"They will probably have left tracks of some sort, we will pick up their trail tomorrow.
As for the prisoners, we will execute them later this evening."

Without another word Hubert began walking up the stairs again.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronkeep Dungeon

"Sir." A response from the young knight, as he then slowly turned his head and looked over at Vaughn with a nod. Telling him that it was time to go as he soon followed behind the elderly knight lead.
Dianne
**Felix Ravenloft Reed - Harronheart County**

In nights like these, Felix preferred the eyes of his cat to his own. Pyotr's senses were also sharper, more refined, more fitting to collect materials...

He had snuck under the cover of darkness to the place where the pisioners were going to be hanged tomorrow: an old tree by the edge of the waterfall. Dig, dig, dig... No roots, not the ones he was searching for. In Azarya, the blood of criminals and livestock alike would always be poured under redgnawl trees so mages could harvest the... There it was! The bloodroot!
Even with Pyotr's eyes, the root looked dirty, but it had that rich metallic scent that betrayed it's bloody bounty.
Felix loved these grim harvests, there was something thrilling about collecting forbidden leaves and poisons in the middle of the night.

To be fair, he had already collected a fair ammount of rare ingredients, but he had no way of concocting potions. Where could he get an Alembic? Not in Harronheart, that's for sure. Maybe back in Hexrakes?

"Do. Not. Move." A feminine voice spoke from behind him. "If you try anything funny, I will shove this spear all the way up you ass."

Kiervan was terrified, but then he remembered something: Pyotr. He remained frozen and insted turned the cat towards the girl.
There were actually two of them, he remembered them from the fight earlier that day: the feral blonde with the braids, and the voluptuous short-haired one. Scouts of the reavers. Likely sent to stage a rescue of their prisioners.

"Now, you're going to turn around, slowly." Said the blonde. Regina was her name? Kiervan couldn't remember. "Slowly..."

Fools. He did as they commanded and turned around, just fast enough so they could not process what they were about to see. For they were not going to see Kiervam, or Felix Reed.
They saw a ragged and hunched figure donning the skull of a dead antler over a silver mortuary mask.
They were scared for an instant, and that instant was enough.
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++ FREEZE ++

The two girls became petrified, and so did Kiervan from the neural backlash, but there was a key difference... He knew what was happening: they didn't. The initial scare on the girls soon became terror.

— _Drop weapon_ —

The spear, and a pair of knives fell to the ground. Was it worth risking a release of the neural command? Maybe. It was now or never.
Kiervan let go of his power.
The first thing the tomboy did was scream her lungs out in fear. The other instictively grabbed the lance much to Kiervan's despair. Thankfully for him, she was now too scared to realize she could kill him and instead went to defend her comanion. She covered the mouth of the other girl and grabbed her before running back to the forest.

Good. Wait, no. Not good. Now he was in the middle of a field, dressed in antlers and his Azaryan war mask. If the guards saw him, they would kill such freak on sight.
Kiervan ran as fast as his ragged tunic allowed him, hoping that no one would see him enter back into the castle. Guards were already coming out of the door to investigate the noise as he leapt trough the window using a wind push.

He fell flat on his back. That had been close... Too close. He rapidly stood on his feet and ran towards his room...
... Without realizing a broken piece of bone was left on the castle floor...