The boats glided across the water towards a large Island, almost but not quite a promontory where the Talabec kinked slightly. Down the river they could see the glow of the burning ships which still blocked the Imperial pride. That would have to be sorted out sooner rather than later. Fires could be seen on the island too, not wild uncontrolled blazes, but the normal cook fires of an encampment. A small barge, and several converted fishing smacks were pulled up on a pebbled beach, apparently unattended.

The small group was quiet, even Ivan and Skaldi had ceased their grumbling and boasting. Camilla privately view that as a bad sign, but it was sensible. Gilbrecht looked nervous and his hand gripped the steering oar with white knuckles. He saw her looking at him and raised an eyebrow, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, hard to see in the starlight, maybe impossible if you hadn't been trained as a courtesan to read people. 

Myrimida knew she was scared, and she hadn't seen two of her friends die on this expedition already. She tried for an encouraging smile but it probably looked a little forced. A moment later they were scraping ashore on the pebble beach beside one of the fishing smacks. There was no way to know where the guards normally came ashore, but this seemed as likely a spot and no alarm had been raised yet.

"Reiner and I will take a look," she whispered, the rest of you stay here. The cloaks and cast of clothing were a good idea, but there was no way even an idiot could mistake the dwarf or the hulking Kislivite for members of the original party. Gilbrecht was arguably a better choice than she was but he was the only one she knew could sail the boat to get them out of here. Plus she hated to learn things second hand.

Together the two mercenaries walked towards the camp. THey didn't exactly sneak but they made no attempt to make themselves visible. The climbed up the shallow slope of the bank and over the roots of ancient trees. Hundreds of feet had worn the path so it was not difficult. As they reached to top however they flattened themselves out and peered over the slight rise. The center of the island  was dominated by a small rocky hill. At the base of that hill was a ramshackle village made of salvaged lumber and fishing nets. In the center of it was a large wooden platform on which three figures stood with nooses tied around their necks. All looked like simple fishermen to Camilla's eye but it was hard to tell in the dark. A half dozen more figures stood tied together at the base of the platform. Behind them perhaps a score of men holding torches were listening to a slender looking man in a robe speak.

[b]"... as traitors to the Emperor and to Sigmar your God!"[/b] the man roared. And before Camilla could so much as speak he pulled a lever and the floor dropped out from under the three bound men. Ropes around their necks snapped tight and a great cheer rose up from the crowd. Camilla recoiled violently dropping back behind a root and covering her mouth in shock.

[b]"Cydric..." [/b]she half choked, [b]"What is going on?!"[/b]

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