Genessa comes out of the fitting room in her new uniform adjusting the hat to sit just right. She smiles at the young girl and tips the hat "Very good job young miss." She then looks at the neat stack of clothing Burton has acquired, and gives a nod of approval. "Glad to see you have sensible taste Mr. Burton. But let's have those wrapped and you can dress later." Genessa pats her flat belly "I'm a bit peckish."
The pair leave the happy and grateful tailors, and Genessa looks down the street, her hand jutting out to point out a sign dangling outside one of the larger buildings "You may appreciate The Hunter's House, Mr. Burton. It's owned and operated by the Hunter's Guild, and they adorn the walls with their members' trophies." She starts walking that way, weaving around the festive people. "Most prefer The Count's Tavern, the taverns owned by my family, but I will be the first to admit the prices are...hmm how do you say..." Genessa scrunches her nose "...for the higher classes. Yes, that's it."
Entering The Hunter's House, Burton will see the walls, as promised, adorned with various preserved and mounted animals, from bears to large lizards, and of course the large skull at the center of all the tables. But Genessa instead sees Grimm, and standing next to someone in a cloak with a concealed face.
"Hello Mr. Mann. Was the trip to the archery grounds satisfactory?" She gives the other...woman? a smile "And you found a friend? Well, if only all Strangers were as cooperative as you two!" She extends her hand to the cloaked woman.
"Good day to you. Senior Operative Genessa Orlock."
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Belen accepts the hand of Leonidas, and answers the King's questions as he leads the way back to the site of the ambush. "Persia? Ha! Beaten back to their own lands after you spat in the face of Xerxes. Now Persia is under the dominion of the mighty Macedonian Empire, same as the rest of Greece. Save for Sparta, of course. King Phillip saw fit to leave them to their own governance, and Alexander has been busy conquering the rest of the world."
Belen looks around to get his bearings, before waving for Leonidas to follow. "This way, to Doren, a scale scavenger village." He explains, as if expecting him to know what 'scale scavenger' meant in this world. The archer steps over the bodies of his fallen comrades with little more care than those of the small and stout men they had attacked. He leads the King down the winding road as it leaves the river's side and enters a forest. Soon the man takes off his gloves and rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. An astute(or bored) observer would see that he has a swastika tattooed into the back of his hand.