Karen
Alabet Havar 
Warren Klade
Cisna Castle

"We'll see to it that they aren't disturbed." Alabet said in his too cheerful voice as Warren made arrangements for the carriage to be delivered to the stables. "Come on you two. Let's hoof it from here." With the veteran leading the way through the streets, Alabet pulled his mask up over his face to hide a grin. "Try to keep a stern look on your face. And don't say too much. Let the locals get their own ideas of what's going on." He advised the orc. "Makes things run much more smoothly when the peasants have the wrong idea about our business in their neck of the woods."
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna

Stern looked at Alabet as he followed Warren. He struggled a bit to understand what the scholar had to say "Look... Stern?" He pointed at himself in confusion. He seemed kind of frustrated, which truly showed on his sharp and brutish face in a way that was definitely intimidating. 
As the trio walked the muddy road of the village, the few people who were out in the rain couldn't help but back away in fear at the sight of the hulking greenskin. 
A mother jumped in fear and pulled her child away from the road, as far as possible from the monster in knight clothing. 
Meanwhile the hunter was looking curiosly at the houses, people and overall environment. He had never been in a village and he was more than certain that this one hosted more people than his tribe. The sight of dogs made him chuckle to himself as they cowered in fear. "Your people uses weak wolves... I wonder how you manage to hunt and gather your food..." He eyed Warren, then Alabet. It all looked so different...
Karen
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade 
Cisna Village.

"Shite. Ah.. Angry but not. Scowl at them if they get too close. Understood?" The scholar tried to explain, voice muffled somewhat by the beak like mask he wore on official business. "They're called dogs. Not weak wolves, and we've tamed them so they're more obedient than wolves, see humans through the years have." He was cut off abruptly by Warren who decided to chime in "Humans have learned to be smart. If you hadn't already noticed master orc there's a difference in our ways of thinking. Tactics. You see the world as a boulder to be pushed around where as we've learned to work around things." He paused as the castle came into view, looking back at his companions for one final check. "Though with a bit of luck I think you may learn a thing or two." With that meager attempt at a compliment he turned back and made the final approach to the castle.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Fortress of Cisna

Stern listened carefully to both the scholar and the knight, he was starting to get used to Warren's ways of treating him like a wild beast and even tho he did not enjoy them, he used silence as a way to avoid confrontation... Especially with the knight he was serving. "Thank you, Brother Knight Warren..." He growled softly before returning to the contemplation of his surroundings. Humans... That word was definitely difficult to deal with... Because they knew how to call themselves... While Stern had no way to classify himself, except for the way his people addressed him "Goruk" Or "Oruk", which in the tongue of his tribe meant "Boar god" Or simply "Boar". He thought about it and nodded to himself. "Goruk..." He muttered before pointing at his chest, all of this while both Warren and Alabet weren't paying attention.
Shirley
**Main Hall of Cisna Castle**
*Andrej Sokol
Leszek Kolano*

"Where are they?" Asked Andrej. 

"They are outside, they just made it to the town and are walking up the hill," The Baron seemed so dejected from the world, focused on the glass panes that decorated the halls. Ever since they entered the main hall, there had not been much speaking between the two. The Baron seemed burned out, and Andrej hadn't anything interesting to speak of, partly out of fear that the Baron really did think he was a criminal on some of his adventures in Marin over the past three years. Out of boredom, Andrej decided to start walking around the room and view the beauty of the castle. There were archways that peered down to the room on the second story, a large fireplace, and a variety of paintings all around the place. The stone floor was made with well and evenly cut tiles. It was one of the nicer structures Andrej had seen. 

A door swung open, it was one of the Baron's advisors. He walked over to the Baron, still distracted on his chair. Handing him a paper, he said, "My lord, the party has made it. There are three of them. One of them appears as you could say... A bit... Odd. They are in the courtyard at the moment, should I send them in?" 

"Yes, make sure that they enter through the front doors, of course," The Baron spoke softly.

"Time to see what the Order of the White Rose decided to throw at us this time," Mused Andrej.
Karen
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade
Cisna Caste Fort Whatever it may be called.

"Bout damned time..." Warren growled as the doors were opened and a servant ushered them in. Looking over his shoulder he tossed the orc one last reminder "Best behavior in there. It doesn't matter that he sent for us locals like this can be testy about outside help. No shouting unless otherwise instructed and no threatening the help." With that he followed the servant into the building, shaking off the rain though leaving his helmet on for the sake of appearances. As they followed the fellow though the building Alabet was much more enthused about things than his veteran companion, eyes darting around to take in the architecture as well as any potentially historic works of art. 

Moments later they found themselves in the Main Hall, face to face with the man who had called for their assistance with some unknown beast. "Kolano." He barked out before removing the helmet, Alabet doing the same with his hood and mask. "The Order has heard your calls for help and as such we are here to see what can be done." Though short and to the point he kept his voice respectful, at least as respectful as one can be while walking armed into a strange Lords castle. He took note of the other fellow in passing, ignoring him for the time being to focus on the one who'd called them there.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, the town hall of Cisna

Stern remained in silence, following the two paladins closely. He did not remove his hood, a wise choice instinct by what Vigi had told him regarding his missions in civilized areas. His eyes moved from a side to the other of the halls and tried to understand the meaning behind many items and forniture he couldn't quite grasp. Statues that weren't showing neither important people nor gods... Paintings of scenery that was just outside the village's walls... 
Stern shook his head and contemplated mankind's quirks with a clueless eye.
Once they reached the hall, he simply stood behind both Warren and Alabet, not wanting to let the armed men around him hear his monstrous voice...