For a few moments, Fanilly was silent. That, of course, was where she had recalled the tale of a black shard of metal that was dangeorus to touch. The story of Lilianna striking down the Dark Lord Orodrunn was not exactly unknown to any with a Reonite or Mayonite upbringing, and those with any awareness of the history of the world were quite likely to know some details of the story as well. Lilianna was an important saint in either side of the religion. The slaying of Orodrunn was only the beginning of her sainthood, and from there she had become both a philanthropist and a warrior, a slaughterer of evil and a champion of the downtrodden. But if this truly was a shard of the black blade Angroron, that meant that they had to work as quickly as possible.

"Then... if this is something of that caliber of evil..." Fanilly began, taking a deep breath, "We can't delay any longer. With have to find it and retrieve it as quickly as possible."

Alette sighed rather heavily.

"Of [i]course[/i] our employer wants a piece of an evil relic of some jackass fallen divine spirit," she complained, "How the fuck do you object to someone wanting to keep [i]that[/i] out of the wrong hands?"

She glanced back at her mercenaries, as if trying to see if one of them could offer any grounds to protest. Aside from Abigail giving her a smile and licking her lips, there was not really anything offered. She sighed heavily.

"We didn't speak with our employer directly. Which... hey, mercenaries and all," she shrugged, "Not everyone wants to show their fucking face to a bunch of people who kill for a living, right? They sent a knight in their service to fill us in. Shady, yeah, but they were promising a whole lot of gold. The knight had a huge fucking sword, and was wearing all black. Never spoke, though. Must've been at least two meters tall, maybe more. They just used some scrolls to present us with the information [i]and[/i] they gave us half just for showing up."

So their lead was a tall black knight with a huge sword.... Aside from the obvious conclusion that it wasn't Tyaethe, that didn't necessarily give them a strong push towards any culprit in particular. However, at least it was something easy to pick out. Still... where had the shard itself gone? The mercenaries hadn't taken it, and it didn't appear to be here. The murderous force that had taken over the fort had likely already moved it along...

"... Since I'm doing all this shit that I wouldn't normally," Alette continued, "Anyone wanna tell me why the paladin has the head of a fucking adorable little girl?"

Fanilly stepped forward, swiftly ignoring that last note.

"We must give these bodies as proper a burial as we can. Then we have to move out and see if we can find this shard, before anything else happens."

"... No-one's gonna tell me? Really?"