Hilde snorted at Cedric's delicacy. A year of soldiering with the company had stripped her of any sense of delicacy. She looked over at Isolde the other woman seemed focused on her own thoughts but what the wizard was pondering remained a mystery to her.

"It's fine with me, Isolde and I can share a bed and we can drag a pallet in for you," she declared.

"Necromancers," Isolde muttered, drawing idly with a finger on the dusty tabletop. Hilde kicked her under the table, eliciting a yelp.

"Don't talk like that Isolde, people have ears for Sigmar's sake!"

Isolde's eyes blazed for a moment and then cooled just as quickly.

"I'm sorry Hilde, it is just... people like this make me nervous," the mage stood as she finished speaking. 

"I'm going to turn in, I'm exhausted from the road."

Hilde watched her go before turning back to Cedric to shake her head. Isolde had not been out in the world much and it showed at times. She produced the gold coin the witch hunter had left.

"We have a duty to get to the Countess but we need money or some sort of introduction. If this Strickland has a bad reputation it might be just as good as a favorable one, it will make us people to notice, enough to let us speak."

She turned the coin over in her hand. Cedric was a soldier, she didn't really know him but she knew the type and he had proved himself to be reliable and lucky. She didn't imagine she would survive on her own and Isolde was much too flighty to trust.

"I don't want to get mixed up with with Strickland but I need powder and shot and we need money. And what if we let this Wiener run free, more people like us will end up dead in the forest, or wherever this fiend does his work."

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