Cyrdic had heard Camilla hissing in her native tongue, and he dearly hoped neither Ivan nor Skaldi spoke either Brettonian or Tilean. Instead, he did his best to act as if she had uttered Brettonian by completely ignoring it, instead focusing on his very real anger at this pirate here, accusing the villagers and making excuses for wanton murder. The cold steel of his broadsword pressed upon the man's neck had the brigand's eyes wide with horror. 

Luckily for Cyrdic and Camilla, Ivan and Skaldi seemed perplexed at her sudden native outburst, but nothing came of it. The great Kislevite knew very little of the southern nations, and all manlings were manlings to the Dwarf. It was the last Sailor alive that seemed suspicious. A man named Gilbrecht, a long time sailor who audibly vied for the Quartermaster position on the [i]Imperial Pride[/i], but never did quite seem to make the cut to Captain Schmitt. 

"Watch your tongue," Cyrdic said to the pirate, though he hoped Camilla heard it as well and took the hint. His next words were, of course, aimed solely at the Brigand. "If you fancy living, I'd give us an explanation, and the location of your hideout. Or if you'd prefer, I could give you to the horse lover." 

"No need for name calling," Ivan comically replied touchily, the word calling sounding like 'Khal-eenkg.' Meanwhile, the Dwarf 'cook' sniffed the air, staring into the forest like a hound. 
[@Penny]