[WFRP] The Bloody Crown XIII

[LCP]

Elsa, 19th Nachexen

"What happened to the young blond one? Arne? I've crossed paths with him before. Seemed a decent fellow."

Sorin shrugged. "Don't know," he said. He looked to Marjan, but the old man shrugged too. "Dead, or run off," he said. "Like the others."

Elsa rolled her eyes. Give some men a modicum of power and they started thinking of themselves as kings. "Magister Holt," she said in a lazy, unimpressed tone, stepping past the smoke. "I'm here on wizard business. I'll be staying a few days. You Giuliano?"

The Tilean stood up straighter and snapped his heels together. If he had caught any of Carraciolo's disrespect for Elsa, he wasn't showing it.

"Si," he said. "We weren't expecting you, Magister. Of course, we can make the room for you here." He looked around. "Did you bring guards? Reinforcements?"

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Elsa, 20th Nachexen

Miruna fixed Elsa with a penetrating look. "You weren't told wrong," she said, without a shred of modesty. "Why does a lowlander want to know?"