The Fallen Sanguine Saint

Chapter 1 : Cyntaria of Arletz (Part 2)

She reaches an inconspicuous inn, isolated from the eyes of the society, one could wander how the establishment survived this long without upstanding patrons. She approaches the door made from oaken wood with iron reinforcement along its frame. She opens and it creaks eerily. The lights
from the inn bathes her face. She enters, walking slowly. There was blood on her. But she didn’t mind it, she didn’t care, to her it was the least of her worries for now. Inside, to her left was the tavern area. It had some patrons, faces down looking for answers at the bottom of their pints. To her front, is the innkeeper a tall and stout woman, she turns her attention at Cyntaria with almost
a scrutinizing look from her. She eyes her, scans her… After what felt like ages for Cyntaria, the woman speaks to her.

“Who’s ye running from kid?”

“Nobody.” Cyntaria answers.

“Ain’t look like nobody with all blood on ye.”

Cyntaria, under her cloak. Looks down to the floorboard, looking for answers on lines of the wooden floor. She sees the shadow of the Stout woman reaching for her, quickly she reaches for her sword, but she was stopped. The hand of the innkeeper reaches first, with that the hood of her cloak drops. Revealing her true face.

“So, ye be that mad paladin eh?” says the inn keep, “Fine, ye can stay. But I’ll have none of ye sword here. Keep it sheath or I’ll take it”

“How much?” saying with her head still bowing down.

“15 denarii for one day,”

Cyntaria reaches for her pouch, it was light, she opens it and counts the gold coins in her palm while the innkeeper watching her count as she was mentally counting as well.

After the clinking sounds of the denarius stops… Cyntaria, was short by 3 denarii. The inn keep, notices this as well but made no comment of it.

“I don’t have enough” Cyntaria says, with a low voice.

“3 Denarii short, well then.” The innkeeper snorts. “Fine, gold is gold. Your room is upstairs, the stairs at my back, to your left then the third room to your right.” The innkeeper hands her the keys to her room. Cyntaria, slowly takes it. But before she can move, the innkeeper interjects.

“I don’t know what ye’s problem is Paladin, you look decent, if any. I reckon ye can even find a good man. But whatever thing ye done, get it sort. I do not think you paladin be bad people”

“Why?” Cyntaria asks curiously.

“Well, I was an adventurer once. Aye, that was the fine ole’ days. My group was attacked by some bandits on some roads, far east of ere’.” The innkeeper tells her tale, details by details. It was
excruciating for it was half an hour monologue. But after a while, she reaches to her conclusion.

“That paladin, her name be Myria. Had Purple hair and dull red eyes. She was with The Order of Sancti Rosa…” She pauses, “You know their lots?

“Yes, I do.” Cyntaria answers.

“So, what about ye? What order ye be from? The posters weren’t specific enough” Curiously the innkeeper asks.

“Order of Sanguinum Lacrimae” She answers.

“Oh! The blood drinkers the lots of ye. Well I won’t judge, everyone has their own demon to feed”

Cyntaria nods, quietly. She knows it wouldn’t be fruitful to lie to the innkeeper about her order. After all the innkeeper was telling the truth. With that she makes her way to her room ploddingly
as if she was burdened by a thousand stones at her back. She reaches the door and open it.

“How quaint,” she thinks to herself, the room itself was a little rustic. If not for its good conditions, one could easily consider it to be tacky. She hangs her cloak and her tunic that covers her armor, a steel cuirass, neck guard and underneath those are her chainmail. She touches the spot where the thug striked her, it was a small dent,barely superficial if any. However, she was grateful that it had saved her.