[It's strange, really; if this is all true, she'd been panicking pretty badly at the beginning of all of this, and it was Alaric's words that kept her calm in the face of all of this. In the face of missing people, a destroyed castle, and a mystery that inevitably saw them killed the first time they attempted to solve it.
Blanche won't make that mistake again. Not when her knight seems so frazzled by this; she's not going to call him on it. Not when there are things that need to be taken care of in town, certainly. Blanche nods her head in agreement; at the doubt that it'll be a peaceful visit. Somehow, she has a feeling they're going to be dealing with a lot...]
...Let us hope that it is an uneventful visit.
[Unfortunately for them, it's not. It plays out all the same for them; the town is under attack and the people are evacuating. The bandits themselves are easily dispatched; Blanche ensures that none of them escape, while Alaric goes off ahead to deal with them. It's a little strangely encumbering to fight in her nightgown without the tears the weather and she herself made, but she gets through it no worse for wear.
The townspeople are as thankful as ever to their saviors, and Blanche herself heals up some of the townsfolk. But of course, Alaric does seem a little frazzled after all of that...so Blanche opts to order him to scout the rest of the town out instead. It'll be something different to do rather than question all of the townsfolk again; she figures that he'll appreciate it. Especially if there are any bandits waiting for their friends on the outskirts. (Read: there certainly will be, have fun, Alaric.) The old woman tells him to come by the inn later, though, and she'll have a room set up.
Blanche questions the townspeople, and it's more of the same; the old woman talking of the disappearances, the sailor talking about his travels through Vernier territory, but the cleric is a little different. The cleric seems...honestly, genuinely nervous around her. For as calm and queenly as Blanche keeps her tone, the Cleric would almost rather be anywhere than here, and it's a bit of a surprise when she offers to heal the woman's arm. Blanche isn't able to do much, but it gives feeling back into the woman's arm; in thanks, the woman gives her a protective charm. Something to keep people safe from harmful magic, just as it did for her in her time of need.
Blanche follows the old woman to her inn easily, and while she isn't able to get any alcohol for Alaric (a pity; she knows he has a fondness for it, but it's already taken up by the sailors), the old woman brews some nice fruity tea for the both of them. Blanche doesn't exactly have the heart to tell her that she prefers her tea very bitter, but she can deal with a little sweetness. Unlike Alaric when he got a taste of the kind of tea Blanche likes.
The thought makes her lips quirk in thought, and she brings everything to their shared room. It should only be a matter of time before Alaric gets back, after all, and she's certain he'll want something unfamiliar. ...Even if she has grabbed some thread and a needle again in case he's inevitably ripped his favorite clothes.]
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Blanche won't make that mistake again. Not when her knight seems so frazzled by this; she's not going to call him on it. Not when there are things that need to be taken care of in town, certainly. Blanche nods her head in agreement; at the doubt that it'll be a peaceful visit. Somehow, she has a feeling they're going to be dealing with a lot...]
...Let us hope that it is an uneventful visit.
[Unfortunately for them, it's not. It plays out all the same for them; the town is under attack and the people are evacuating. The bandits themselves are easily dispatched; Blanche ensures that none of them escape, while Alaric goes off ahead to deal with them. It's a little strangely encumbering to fight in her nightgown without the tears the weather and she herself made, but she gets through it no worse for wear.
The townspeople are as thankful as ever to their saviors, and Blanche herself heals up some of the townsfolk. But of course, Alaric does seem a little frazzled after all of that...so Blanche opts to order him to scout the rest of the town out instead. It'll be something different to do rather than question all of the townsfolk again; she figures that he'll appreciate it. Especially if there are any bandits waiting for their friends on the outskirts. (Read: there certainly will be, have fun, Alaric.) The old woman tells him to come by the inn later, though, and she'll have a room set up.
Blanche questions the townspeople, and it's more of the same; the old woman talking of the disappearances, the sailor talking about his travels through Vernier territory, but the cleric is a little different. The cleric seems...honestly, genuinely nervous around her. For as calm and queenly as Blanche keeps her tone, the Cleric would almost rather be anywhere than here, and it's a bit of a surprise when she offers to heal the woman's arm. Blanche isn't able to do much, but it gives feeling back into the woman's arm; in thanks, the woman gives her a protective charm. Something to keep people safe from harmful magic, just as it did for her in her time of need.
Blanche follows the old woman to her inn easily, and while she isn't able to get any alcohol for Alaric (a pity; she knows he has a fondness for it, but it's already taken up by the sailors), the old woman brews some nice fruity tea for the both of them. Blanche doesn't exactly have the heart to tell her that she prefers her tea very bitter, but she can deal with a little sweetness. Unlike Alaric when he got a taste of the kind of tea Blanche likes.
The thought makes her lips quirk in thought, and she brings everything to their shared room. It should only be a matter of time before Alaric gets back, after all, and she's certain he'll want something unfamiliar. ...Even if she has grabbed some thread and a needle again in case he's inevitably ripped his favorite clothes.]