"A Renegade wizard?" Isolde asked, the promise of gold taking a backseat for now (but not forgotten). "You would understand that we would need some more information, Herr Strickland." The woman did her best to betray no emotion, and to her credit she seemed to remain passive, if not inquisitive of what he was asking of them. 

"The Blessing of Sigmar would be welcome." Cerdic said, glancing at the two women before giving a gruff nod to the Witch Hunter. He lifted his mug in thanks to the kind gesture of paying for their drinks. "Discretion we can handle." It seemed Sigmar himself had already blessed them this day. Not only do they have rooms now, but an agent of the Cult of Sigmar asks of their help and will even pay for their services. It was a Mercenary's dream. 

"Indeed." Isolde added, a sideways look at Cerdic slipped to fall upon the Witch Hunter yet again. She sipped her drink she had received, and continued her next train of thought. "Would the need for discretion and secrecy be for the benefit of our hunt, or would it be caused because of your recent...estrangement with the city's nobility?"
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