Shirley
**Main Hall of Cisna Castle**
*Andrej Sokol
Leszek Kolano*

The Baron suddenly stood up and whispered to his servant. After he turned back, the servant left the room in a hurry, and he turned to face the group once more. "The room you can use is my study. It has both books, maps, and a variety of other features. We have all that you may need. If not, ask the servants, they are here for you. Beside that room, there is a sleeping chamber with several cots. You can sleep there if you so need," The Baron announced to the group. 

Suddenly, Andrej spoke up. He gave Stern direct eye contact and said, "As for the location. I have not investigated it yet. We can go now if you would like, I know very well where the Baron is talking about." He walked to the left of the three and began to stare at a statue, it was clear he was contemplating something, but no one could tell...

A silence began to set into the chamber. The room only had the faint noises of the guards shuffling with the chainmail they wore. The boots that Andrej wore constantly pounded to the stone, adding noise.

"So it is settled then. Randir! Open the door for these fine gentlemen!" The Baron's voice boomed down the hall. The guard very quickly scurried to the door and opened it. Andrej took no time to leave. 

As he was about to leave the room, he turned his head so the people in the hall could only see his profile, "I'm taking my horse, so if you want to keep up I suggest you hurry," And with that he exited the hall.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Castle of Cisna

The greenskin glared back at Andrej before speaking, his voice was a low growl, resembling the bears of the Witherlands. "I am but a squire, Brother Knight Warren will decide for me." He spoke rather clearly, as that phrase was one of the first he learned from Vigi. A way to avoid talking while respecting the authority of the knight he was serving.

Stern did not know about the quarrel between the Rangers and the Order, yet he could sense the tension between his interloper and the two paladins. He was definitely not enjoying diplomacy and all he wanted to do was to find out more about his prey, the thrill of the hunt was starting to caress his mind in a way that was more than inviting. 
The orc gazed at Warren and waited for him to speak.
Karen
Warren Klade
Cisna Castle

Leaving behind the young scholar to begin his research the veteran followed the ranger, lowering his helmet back on and signaling for the orc to follow. "Alas our own horses are spent from the travels it took to come to your aid. I'm sure you don't mind waiting on your lords guests." The helmet hid the smirk well enough, though it could do nothing to hide the sarcasm in his voice. He didn't give two shits about some backwoods ranger, but if the fool wanted to try and make plays for power than he was more than willing to oblige.