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Things did not bode well for the village or the kingdom, that much was certain. After the Watcher attack from the previous night, things had gotten even worse. Cyril had seen it. It was like a sudden whirlwind and then all the villagers were attacking each other. He didn't even know how to describe it. It was as though the Watchers had some sort of influence of peoples actions and never actually appeared themselves. He couldn't be certain, but the details of their acts didn't matter to him much. All that mattered was that they could help people afterwards and that the monsters eventually be stopped. Of course, not everyone thought the way he did.
Right on schedule, the Knights had gathered for a meeting. Cyril recognized that not everyone had shown up, but he didn't comment. It did not slow the Monarch or anyone else down, all that was needed was that word and news got around. The council staring down at them sent chills down his spine. He kept his head low as the Knights were briefed on the situation.
"Our goal is to learn the goal of the Watchers intentions and find a way to stop them."
This phrase had caught his attention. For the majority of the meeting, they didn't address any other concerns. Nothing about the villagers, safety, rise in pact partners, or anything... other then the safety of those in the kingdom. It was all they cared about and he knew this, but sometimes he found himself struggling to accept this. He couldn't help it anymore. He had to speak up. "What of the townspeople...? We were just recently attacked. Shouldn't we be helping them get things back in order? Things are falling apart..."
He looked up at them bravely, but was only given a harsh and scolding tone back. "Sir Bosch, I expected better of you."
He surpressed a sigh and looked back down, listening as the council continued on. "The villagers will continue as they have been. We have more important things to worry about then measly peasants."
"Yes, my lords." Cyril felt the need to hang his head even lower, but he restrained. It would not look good in the pressence of the higher ups. His faith was shakey and this point though. He wasn't sure if he could continue this way anymore. At least the meeting was almost over. Then he could get away from these people.
Alya had not joined the others in the meeting. She didn't have enough of a mind to follow orders unless she was fond of whoever was ordering her. This situation wasn't likely. Instead, Alya mindlessly wandered around the kingdom as she always did, sometimes wandering into the village and causing the villagers more trouble then they already had. Other then the meeting, she hadn't been assigned any jobs for now. Perhaps because everyone knew her mind was not in the right place so it was not easy to stop her from doing her own thing. If there was a promise of torture, or if it was done by force then maybe.
For now, she found her way into the dungeons. Done purposely in fact. She had been curious about the people they had been keeping for a while now, so when she spotted someone hidden behind the metal bars she couldn't help but let out a wicked cackle. The prisoner looked up at her at the sound, fear in his eyes and backed up in his cage. He had heard of the woman but never expected to have to deal with her. Her pact partner wasn't currently around her at least, but who knew if that was really a good thing. Alya took a few steps closer to the metal bars, then tilted her head a bit as a crooked smile slowly formed on her face. "Why are you afraid, little kitten?" Her soft yet low, feminine voice would have been soothing, were it not for that tone underneath that immediately made you feel as though something was off. She was not threatening, more like teasing, but she still managed to unsettle the man before her. As he backed himself into the wall, she took into laughing. "Maybe I should just.... light this place up. That fear... it isn't enough."