Cerdic waded through the crowds with the two women. Hilde seemed curious on their next move, but Isolde looked to be merely glad they had made it into a place of civilization. The Imperial Colleges were in Altdorf, but there was no harsh view of mages here. Such people were treated more or less respectably, despite the fact this was also home to one of the great Arch Lectors of Sigmar. 

At first he snorted at Hilde's suggestion. Cerdic didn't care for ceremony or looks. He'd march up to the Countess half naked and covered in blood if he had to. Then again, that'd seem very much something a chaos worshipper would do, so on second thought... 

"We need a place to live, and to think." he said. The crowds were bustling around them. A few curvaceous and heavily rogued women blew kisses to Cerdic as they passed a street, and merchants eyed Hilde and Isolde hungrily as both customers of fine jewels and perhaps to sate their own mannish desires. Most people gave them no notice however. There were many unassuming citizens going about their way of life. "Let's find a good tavern. I have an idea."

In the distance to the northeast, cannon echoes could be heard reverberating subtly through the city. In front of them upon the cobbled street, a man in rags stood atop a box, wailing that the end was nigh and that all who heard him should repent before they were consumed by the Demon hordes of chaos. "DO NOT LINGER! THOSE WHO SATE THEIR DESIRES OF THE FLESH AND DRINK SHALL FIND NAUGHT BUT DEATH AND DAMNATION! EVEN KNOW OUR EMPIRE CRUMBLES!" They passed near the docks next. A gruff and deep voice could be heard from around the corner. "I hate boats...I hate boats almost as much as I hate trees. And I hate trees almost as much as I hate Elves!" followed by a cultured sigh. 

Isolde was very much happy to be free from her captors, with a chance at a new life away from her greybeard masters she had originally fled from. The attractive woman did her best to memorize the city so she could more casually survey it later on. The three continued down the next few streets, catching glimpses of the Countesses Palace in the distance. They had finally found a moderately sized Inn and Tavern dubbed 'The Gilded Tankard' a few streets later. Uproarious laughter could be heard from within, and a few squeals as well. Talking and footsteps and loud belches followed. "Let's see if we can get a job here." he said to them, stepping in. 
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