@Tamu The hooded priest nodded to Alexander. “The prayer rooms are this way.” He would point towards a staircase leading downward. The man would lead Alexander down and show him a stone corridor with rows of sturdy looking doors. “Simply pick one that isn’t already in use and I will wait for you to finish so I may lead you to the Abbot’s quarters.” The prayer room would be quite understandably bare bones. No more than a stone walled cell with an uncovered rockcrete floor and a small altar to kneel in front of. Once Alexander was done and he exited the room he would find the priest from earlier though now he has removed his capriote. His hairless head not having many distinctive features besides his skin being remarkably pale. He exchanged a brief greeting before leading Alexander back upstairs. He took Alexander through the main assembly hall which was the largest room in the building. Rows of pews that seemed fit to seat hundreds all facing towards a large altar that made up the back of the room. The priest lead Alexander to the back of this altar where he found a door and opened it. “Abbot, this man wishes to speak with you.” The priest stepped aside to let Alexander in. The Missionary would find the Abbot to be an older man who also was bald and cleave shaven but what set him apart from the stereotypical appearance of a monk was the plethora of tattoos on him. “What can I do for you my son?” After a brief explanation the old man would think for a moment. “Some of our brothers who forage for herbs in the forest have found a large army from the Divine Magistrate has been gathering along the border. While we have heard nothing from the Tibress Republic I feel it is obvious that a war is days from starting. We happen to be in the middle of it naturally and my guess is that our home is a tempting target for both sides to take over. Both of these nations follow the Emperor but in their own ways, far from the proper ways we have been taught but not so far that they are heretics. I do not think they will respect this Monastery’s neutrality in the conflict. Meaning we should prepare the best we can, while we are more than capable of defending ourselves under most circumstances I do not think we could withstand an attack from either the armies of the Magistrate or the Legions of the Republic. I have been praying to the Emperor for a solution and here you have come. So as you ask for a way to assist us I will ask you this, what do you think you can do to help us withstand the coming war?” @Donairian The band of horsemen continued onward, Nam was mostly silent during the exchange between Ytris and this stranger but he was also clearly paying attention. But he was not the only one, Nam’s bodyguards eyed the new man with a cold suspicion . One could simply say it was their job to be but they produced a fairly powerful air of hostility that could be considered far more than natural suspicion of a stranger. It likely also didn’t help that the Marauder could tell that each of those men was exceeding the dangerous in their own right. Individually they would give him quite the challenge and as a group he wouldn’t stand a chance against them. This also gave a hint about the man they guarded, for him to be protected by these men he must be exceedingly important. Said man had a smile on his face, one that communicated genuine happiness and excitement. The rest of the group of made up of what appeared to be warrior monks of the eastern practices who were lead by the woman he had just fought. Their ride would eventually take them to a fork in the road, a sign was there but the words were in a dialect the riders didn’t understand but luckily Fergerand understood it. To the left the sign said they would end up at a village, given their location it would probably be a logging village. A place that is not really a necessary target for what this group intended on doing. The other way lead towards a smaller coastal city, Tibress cities were built around forts so it did seem like a more appropriate target. Though the city was much farther away and the trek would take longer the group was on horses so it likely wouldn’t be as difficult as Fergerand would have anticipated. @BloodySoulStealer The man leaned back when Inu approached him, he made face that showed a good amount of discomfort at the implications of what Inu said. Regardless of this the men would lead Inu and his pet through the forest until they started happening upon stumps mixed in with the regular trees. Slowly these stumps would increase in frequency as the regular trees began to decrease in frequency until there were only stumps and a remarkably large tent in the distance. Judging by its canvas being made of a variety of flamboyant colors he could guess that was where the circus was currently based. As they got closer Inu could make out smaller tents and buildings that surrounded the much larger tent. The more permanent structures gave an explanation for all the stumps, they were constructed of logs, some of them even still had branches coming off of them. The roofs were made out of the still green leaves and branches and the material that wasn’t used was left out to dry for later usage as firewood. The men wouldn’t bring Inu into any of these smaller buildings or tents though, they went straight for the largest one. After entering through an opening Inu would find the interior of the tent to be remarkably empty. The seats for the patrons of the circus haven’t been set up yet, there weren’t any props or rings placed down, the entire tent was just somewhat empty with the exception of sand which has been poured evenly to create a nice floor surface that was easier to walk on than the dirt outside. A sudden series of clicks would cause Inu to look upward to notice the top of the tent was a tangle of assorted ropes and something was moving within it. A large rope would fall down from the ceiling and the men would straighten their backs. Inu would hear more clicks as something began climbing down from the ceiling. They would at first seem like a giant metal spider, the ends of their eight legs opened up to claws that gripped the rope as it climbed down but as they looked at them they would realize a person was coming out of where the head should be. This person, dressed in a long red tailcoat that went down and over where their torso turns into the mechanical body and wearing a top hat over their head, was obviously the ringleader of this circus. “Boys this isn’t the Araldian Rock Eater, why did you bring them here?” He asked and the one man who had been talking the most out of the group spoke up. “Sir… they ate it.” They said it quietly and the ringleader seemed to not hear. “They what?” The ringleader leaned in and placed a hand by his ear. “They ate it, sir.” The ringleader quickly raised an eyebrow and looked at Inu and his companion. “Really?” He asked Inu this time. @Vulpas The board sailed through the air for a moment before striking a greenskin in the head, evidently the greenskin’s head was harder than the wood as the plank shattered on impact leaving the ork confused and angry. Without the true perpetrator in sight to blame the Ork saw that there was another Ork standing in the rough direction that the board came from. The green creature grumbled and raised his weapon, what as basically a crude mess of wood held together by fishing line and hooks. They offered a guttural grunt and a sputter of profanity before moving to smack the other greenskin on the head with their weapon. It seemed starting a brawl with the greenskins was not very difficult as these two orks began fight and nearby orks noticed and decided to join in causing a veritable riot. How stunningly easy this was to accomplish would likely leave most a little dumbfounded.