Camilla sighed feeling the male eyes on her. There was an obvious solution of course but obvious didn't mean safe or pleasant.

[b]"Oui, Oui alright,"[/b] she replied to the unspoken question, tossing her head in irritation and not a little trepidation. Fumbling in the dark she unfastened her sword belt and pistol, wrapping the belt around the gun in the scabbard and handing the whole bundle to Cydric. She took one of the weird daggers she had taken from the elven... vault? Hall? in the mountains and tucked the blade down into the top of her boot. Fortunately there was no need to make herself look bedraggled, the brief fight had already seen to that.

[b]"You will have to wait till they are all gathered around,"[/b] she cautioned. If they didn't think she was helpless they might kill her the second anything happened. She cast a skeptical eye at Ivan as he unlimbered his recurve bow.

[b]"Vot?"[/b] he asked in a rumbling whipser.

[b]"Reiner, if he shoots me with that ..."[/b] Camilla began.

[b]"Da Da not shoot ze pretty lady,"[/b] he rumbled, his accent rendering it lie dee. Camilla took several deep breaths and set of through the brush, circling away from her comrades to approach from a different direction. Suddenly she was alone in the dark and she fought to keep her heart from beating its way out of her chest. 

It took her a minute to work up her courage. Then she began to cry. Crying on queue was a useful skill, it nearly always bought you the extra heart beat you needed to put the boot in. The reaction from the sentries was immediate and predictable. For a moment they tensed and then exchanged looks of confusion. Camilla stood up and stumbled towards the light of their fires, weeping and sniffling as she went.

[b]"Who's there?" [/b]she called out in tremulous Reikspiel working hard to keep the distress and the Brettonian accent in her voice.

[b]"Please somebody help me."[/b] She was clear of concealment now stumbling as though injured in some fashion, into the illumination provided by standing torches stuck into the ground. Looks of concern changed to looks that better belonged on the faces of sharks.

[b]"Over here girlie, we will help you wont we boys?!"[/b] he called out. THe men let up a raucous laugh. Camilla let out a little sob and took a few more steps towards them before pausing as though realizing her peril for the first time.

[b]"Grab the bitch!"[/b] someone shouted and suddenly they were surging forwards seizing her with rough hands.