Cerdic raised an eyebrow at Hilde. Did she previously know this Johan before now? The Sergeant found it quite odd they were already speaking in familiar terms so quickly. From what he had seen of the time since their arrival at the Caravan, Hilde had not been on the best of terms with the Imperial hierarchy, and this man represented the most fanatical of them all. 

True, the scarred soldier was a loyal Sigmarite, but even those often were wary of Witch Hunters and their ilk, even when they were simulataneously grateful for their help and blessing. The Witch Hunters would easily burn down an entire village to kill one man [i]suspected[/i] of being a mutant. For a second he questioned if this was jealousy on his part, but dismissed it after a moment. 

He paid attention to the information now being given by Johan, not understanding the subtleties of the differences of the schools of magic. Isolde of course, knew her way around such things. The color leaving her face caused Cerdic's brow to furrow. Why would merely mentioning who this man was effect the lovely woman her so? 

"This is foreboding news, Herr Strickland. If what you say is true, we might very well have a Necromancer on our hands." she said. "Do not use that term lightly." Johan warned, examining Isolde. The dark haired woman shook her head. "Believe me, I am treating this with the utmost seriousness. Allow us some time to think on what it is we do next. Is there a way we can contact you, Herr Strickland?"
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