Maerlyn sighed and lay back on the piles of furs on the cot and threw her newly healed arm across her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." Peter looked at her, a slight smirk on his face, "I saved your life, my lady. Are you really complaining?" She rolled her eyes and sat back up to look at him, "Sir, I am not complaining that I am alive. Believe me, I am most certainly in your debt for it, but I cannot believe that you would use..."
He sat back on his heels and raised an eyebrow himself. "We found it entombed with one of our own. Surprisingly enough, it was wrapped with this." He lifted a scrap of cloth, and Maerlyn hissed as she reached for it. "Ah, so you do recognize it?" She snarled at him and ripped the tartan from his hand, "It is the symbol of my clan. Christian wouldn't have put this with just anything. He must have truly believed that what he had was really..." Peter leaned forward on his forearms and stared at her intently.
"Now you see why I tried it to save you." She shook her head and took a deep breath, "It would be a wonderful recovery for the Church. Do you have it here? May I see it?" His eyes watched carefully for a moment before he moved. Walking over to the chest in the corner of his tent, he knelt and opened the lid. Maerlyn carefully propped herself up and watched as he removed a linen wrapped object and re-closed the chest. Her eyes widened as she looked at it, in awe that it could possibly be so simple and yet so absolutely stunning at the same time. Carefully, as though she was scared that she would break it, she stretched out a finger and traced the lip of it, gasping with delight as she found it smooth and looked up at Sir Peter. "Thank you... truly." He smiled, replaced the linen around it and hid it away. "I am surprised," she began, tightening one of the furs around her shoulders as she sat up, "that your commander would allow such a great item with one man and not guard it better." Peter gave her a harsh look, "Who's to say that I'm not the Templar commander, hm?" She chuckled and glanced down at her lap, still hidden beneath the furs. "You have a fair point, but even still, it does not change my question. Why keep it here?"
He continued to watch her carefully, his expression hard and unyielding. She waited another moment before sighing, "Very well then, don't answer the question. Perhaps another?" he waited, eyebrow raised and half smirk on his lips, "My I have something to change into?"
Maerlyn folded her arms and leaned back in the chair as she stared at the computer screen. "Tell me something, Claudia." The younger woman glances up from where she was tinkering with some new gadget, "What do you know about the Holy Grail?" She heard a thunk as the wrench Claudia had been using hit the floor and jumped slightly as Claudia sat in the chair next to her, eyes wide.
"Did you say Holy Grail?" Maerlyn nodded and then was shoved aside as Claudia typed in something into the search engine, bringing up a mass of pages that made Maerlyn's eyes widen. "This is everything that the warehouse has on it, plus a little bit of my own research." Maerlyn scanned a couple of the pages before she closed them all out. "Would you believe me if I said it was all wrong?" Claudia stared at her as though she'd grown a new head, "Wrong? What do you mean?" Maerlyn grinned, "You know, it would be so much easier for me to show you..."
"I don't know... I really should okay it with Artie..." Maerlyn rolled her eyes, "Oh please.. You know what Artie would say. Why don't we grab Pete and go? We'll have a senior agent with us... what could possibly go wrong?"
Claudia's brow knit together, then smoothed as she thought about it, "Where are we going?" Maerlyn smirked and stood, grabbing up a spare jacket she'd stashed at the warehouse the last time she was here, "Acre. The trail starts in Acre."