You don't really have a choice

After a few tense moments, you let out a sigh. “I’ll go, sister” you say, attempting to keep your cool, “I would be honoured to meet the sisterhood of this town.” You really, really don't want to go, but like it or not, they do have weapons. You only have your fists, and you’re not insane enough to take on two armed people without so much as a dagger on you, even if they are only nuns.

“Excellent!” the orcess says, a look of genuine relief on her face. “Do not worry, Mrs. Breezewalker, I assure you we will return the guest soon” she says, flashing Xana a tired smile. Xana seems unconvinced, but she gives a polite nod.

The two nuns soon bundle you out of the house, into the chilly night air. “Could I at least have a coat” you mutter, “I’m not dressed for night travel.”

“Stop whining” the human nun says, “I’m sure a supposedly strong man can handle walking in a chill for a few minutes.” You give her a nasty look, but you continue walking. Not worth the argument. The human seems ready to let off another remark, but her colleague gives her a withering glare, and she falls silent.

She is an asshole, but the human nun is true to her word at the very least, the nunnery is only a five minute walk away. “Any longer and I would have frozen to ****” you mutter under your breath, and the human nun scoffs but otherwise stays silent.

“Well, thank you for your co-operation, sir.” the orcess says with a hearty sigh, “But I don’t believe we’ve been introduced yet?” Her voice takes on a friendlier, more casual tone.

“Alfred Creathwine” you say curtly, the orcess nodding.

“I go by Sister Jeanette” she responds, before pulling the human nun close to her with a grin, “and this little morsel is Sister Helga.”

Helga blushes, as she tries to bat away Jeanette before simply seeming to shrink into her clothes. “Jeanette, please” she mutters, “don’t embarrass me like that.”

Jeanette lets out a hearty laugh. “Oh, where’s that fire that was in you just a few minutes ago?” She gives her fellow nun a small peck on the cheek, causing the latter to go a particularly interesting shade of red.

“So, uh” you stumble, enjoying the show but not wanting to intrude on what feels like a private moment, “is there a place I’m supposed to be, or are you going to question me?”

Jeanette withdraws from her lover, motioning her head to a nearby door. “Sister Chaski will see you in the main hall for questioning.” Nodding politely, you make your way through said door into a particularly grandiose looking hall.

“And remember, we’ll have our weapons at the ready, so don’t try anything funny!” comes Helga’s voice as you close the door behind you, but she sounds more flustered than threatening.