Mansion Lowblom Finale - Heading Out

Lacos was handing a leather bag up to Reiline on the carriage. His ears were keen as he listened to Sarine talk to Lord Lowblom. “It was an honour to have you here.” Logar said and bowed slightly. “The honour was mine, I liked the festivities.” Sarine returned. Indeed, the fest had ended yesterday. They had kept discussing plans for the future for the entire duration and Sarine had to promise to visit other nobles in the area. She fully intended to do so, at least to Lacos current knowledge, but there were other things to take care of first.

“How long will you be gone?” Logar asked. “I can’t afford you to be away when the answer arrives.” He was speaking about the whole Tolfin situation of course. “A maximum of twenty days, Logar, I assure you.” She said with a smile. “I just want to head over to Port Janus and see what can be done.” The Lord nodded, openly unnerved still, “That should be quick enough. As per out agreement I will start re-installing the machines we deemed non-radical.”

Sarine nodded, “Don’t forget spreading that decree we formulated. It would be a waste for reputation if my name wasn’t on this whole thing.” “Of course, My Queen.” Logar said and they departed with a quick hug. “Thank you.” Sarine whispered and they went on their ways.

Lacos and Reiline made sure that the luggage was secure a last time before getting in. “I will take the reigns today.” Stef grumbled in an even worse mode than usual. He evidently was not in the mood for talks and thus banished himself to somewhere where he had his silence. “Okay.” Lacos answered, perhaps a bit too cheery as he got an annoyed glance.

The two left the knight to his post and climbed into the carriage after Sarine. “So, where are we headed next?” Reiline asked after sitting down. “I told you we will go to Port Janus.” Sarine said with raised eyebrows. “Well, yeah but that is your official stance, Sarine.” Reiline retorted in a casual tone. “We can never know until we get there.”

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