Get your information, and beat a hasty retreat

As much as it hurts to break up such a charming family scene, you're mission cannot wait.

"Ursula, our deal?" you remind her as you anxiously redress.

The voluptuous MILF slowly snaps back into reality and sits up, her bountiful cleavage still on display. "Yes, of course lover. The girl is headed to Freidorf, a village on the border of Westlicherberg territory. You'd better hurry, if she makes it over, then you'll lose her for good."

You nod and mutter a hasty thanks to the matron, the set off to collect your men. You'll be out of here before Maven even wakes up.

You and your men ride all night, only ever stopping to make sure you're on track. By the crack of dawn you arrive at the town your maps label Freiberg. The village folk are only just starting to rise; for the most part, the village is quiet. You men split up around the village to search, in hopes that you will find your potential quarry more quickly.

You notice a sleepy-eyed peasant, plow thrown over his shoulder, walking toward the field.

"Greetings good man!" you call out. "Have you noticed any strangers around lately?"

"Besides yourself?" he jokes. "Oh, aye, there is one. Some pretty lady done come here th'other day. She's staying at the bailiff's house."

You thank the man and had him a gold coin, which he takes quite happily. You motion to your men to approach the house with you. As you get close, you hear a sudden commotion. You must have been spotted! Sure enough, you see Veronica for the first time in what feels like an eternity as she rushes out of the house to the nearby barn.

"Stop her!" you command, and you soldiers make hast to follow suit. As they approach the barn doors, however, they suddenly fly open, knocking your agents aside. Veronica rides through on a powerful charger. As she tries to turn the horse around to make her escape, you grab hold of the reigns. "Please, wait!" you cry desperately, knowing that if she spurred the horse on now you would be left in the dust, maybe even trampled.

Fortunately, by miracle or grace of God, the seductress doesn't. "I can't, don't you understand!" You can see tears form in her delicate eyes, slowly spilling down her perfect face. "I have a deal with King Arnold. I bring him your bastard, and he puts them on your throne. How else could someone like me, the low-born niece of a simple baron, ever hope for anything greater than a life of drudgery?"