Strickland arched an inquisitive eyebrow at the two women while gesturing for another tankard to be produced for Cedric. Both Hilde and Isolde shifted uncomfortably. No one liked witch hunters much and after their recent experiences neither woman was keen to spend more time in their company. Turning down a request for aid wasn't likely to be viewed positively either. Still there was something different about Strickland. His eyes were intense but they didn't burn with zealous fire, nor did he exude the touchy aristocratic honor that the Brothers of the Crimson Flame had embodied. His clothes were dirty and his weapons looked well used, more suited to a back alley than a parade ground.

"I'm Hilde Von Strashiem," Hilde volunteered, earning herself an arched eyebrow from the witch hunter for the 'von'.

"And you may call me Isolde," the mage said with a slight chill to her voice. If Strickland noticed he again chose not to comment. Instead he emptied his tankard and called for another.

"I'm sure you know that the enemies of the Empire are everywhere, you will excuse me if I spare you the hysterical version," he began with a smile.

"I have come to Nuln chasing a particular heretic, a renegade wizard who was once a noble in this very city," he cleared his throat.

"Unfortunately I have... irritated certain elements here and neither the nobility nor the city guard is much inclined to help me. Worse were I to kick up a stink about it my prey might be spooked. I need men, or in this case, women who can discretely help me."

"I can offer you the blessing of Sigmar for your aid."

He looked around hopefully before adding a little sullenly.

"I have gold also of course." 

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