Sigma Epsilon Chi

Nerek looked around the open field; Jorrin had teleported him within visual range of the castle, though far enough away from the main trail that he wouldn't be stoned to death by superstitious peasants.

"Well, I suppose I might as well get this over with," he sighed, walking up the path. Getting into the castle would be easy enough. Even bribing all of the castle servents was doable. No, the trick would be figuring out how to get close to the duke's heir.

On one hand, pretending to be a pilgrim would arouse the least suspision. He would immediately be welcomed into the castle, and he could stay for as long as he liked. But he would be one guest among countless others, and he would likely be confined to the public areas.

On the other hand, he could pretend to be a messenger from the fraternity. Dropping Piorre's name would certainly get Geoff's attention, and he would probably be willing to cooperate. But the rest of the castle would get suspicious if he stayed too long or got too curious. And, of course, Geoff probably wouldn't take too kindly to the possibility that his son was a bastard.

"I suppose it doesn't really matter in the end," mused Nerek. "But I really need to make up my mind, and stick to one cover story.