"It's the only thing we have right now." Cerdic said, his handsome face grim and calculating as he gazed into the crowd, a considering look upon his face. "At least we're on the path to something. We can't forget our main goal, though. Not even the Witch Hunters will stop me from that." he promised. 

"It's not like we're here to do any chaos bidding." Isolde said, wisely with her voice very quiet. She gave Hilde a look, a moment of understanding passing between them. She still had her reservations of Hilde from when she had found her over Lord Giblrecht's body a week ago. "No." Cerdic said. "But I think we all have seen how some things can be taken out of proportion and seen as something that it isn't." 

Cerdic sounded particularly tired at the moment. Not physically however. He had faced Beastman, Chaos Champions, and a Dragon, and it had not been more than a week and a half. Not to mention the death of his men, the weight of the loss only lightening somewhat after time had passed. 

Suddenly he realized that finally they were relatively safe, and if it had not been for his current determination, he would have felt much differently in the company of two such fine women. Briefly he looked at Isolde's lips and remember that kiss from a week ago hence, but he grunted it away. They might be in a city, but it still wasn't safe. They had to see this job done. 

Then after that was done, he'd probably never see either of them again anyway. For what it was worth, he had grown to respect these two as traveling companions. He had no idea why, but their respect of his decisions was a bit important to him. Perhaps after his men's deaths, he felt nice that someone could count on him, and he them. 

He placed the keys on the table for two rooms. "If you girls don't feel comfortable sharing a room, I could sleep out here. I'm sure Frankfurdt has that happen with drunkards anyway." He settled comfortably in his chair a bit and took another swig of Ale.  
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