"Well I got a room of my own if you two were to share." he reminded her. "But the pallet is welcome I suppose." Cerdic joked of course. 
He grinned at the little fiasco between them, seeing something he had now grown used to seeing at times. "Sleep well." he bade her as she made her way away. If Hilde had spoken it aloud, he would have agreed that Isolde was a bit too used to civilized life in Altdorf. 

He leaned forward in his chair. The Sergeant letting his thick hair fall forward a bit. "You don't have to sell me. I think we need Strickland as much as he needs us. You've got a point though, whether good or ill, this'll get people's attention. If we catch the bastard, I'm sure the Countess will want to look our way if nothing else." 

He finished the last bit of his ale, and plopped the tankard down onto the wooden table. "Let's see him tomorrow and tell we're to join his campaign against this wizard. I'm sure he'll provide some shot for you. If nothing else, the gold crowns we're about to get will provide. I will not need to begin my employment until tomorrow night." 

He knocked his fist against his chest twice and let out a silent belch within his closed mouth. "You do still have the item we are to transport, yes?" Referring to the enchanted powder. 
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