Camilla made her slight curtsey to the Count who smiled his wintry smile at her.

"And you mademoiselle, my niece has spoken much about you." Camilla blinked, a little taken aback by the words and the Count made a gesture to the girl, who blushed slightly.

"Oh now don't be modest, according to her you cut your way through a dozen bandits single handed, it will be all I can do to dissaude her from applying for a commission in the Reiksguard I fear," the Count went on, Jisele blushed even brighter and Camilla understood. Of course the girl had been excited to see a female warrior and had predictably overplayed her part.

"Your niece is too kind My Lord," she replied giving the girl a surreptitious wink as she did so.

"It is unusual for a Brettonian woman to bear arms isn't it?" the Count asked. Camilla nodded her head emphatically.

"Yes My Lord, I'm a bit of a black sheep I am afraid," she replied keeping her accent in place. She was painful aware that many here were far more familiar with Brettonian than the rustics she had used it on up to this point. The count merely nodded.

"Well you have my thanks, and a more tangible reward which you will find waiting for you at the Boars Head. You can decide if you want to share a room on the way," he said giving her another grin with just a touch of humor. The Wizard's eyes continued to bore into her as the Count turned away to other business. SHe did her very best not to let out a relieved breath as the chamberlain gestured them back out of the chamber. 

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