Cyrdic gave a bow to both Boris and the Wizard. He was very much suspicious of magic, but he was also very much perturbed by the appraising way the woman looked at him, and the off putting way she gazed at Camilla. He felt as if she would use him for one of her experiments, and she'd unleashed it upon his companion. Though he supposed he needn't fear her. A man like Boris Todbringer wouldn't have her on his staff if she was not somewhat trustworthy. [i]But then he trusted me, as well[/i]. That thought brought a twist to his stomach. 

Cyrdic and Camilla were escorted out of the Palace by Knights of the White Wolf, being taken through a far less grand entrance as most of the other distinguished guests. Cyrdic was not certain if that was so because they had not been expected, or if Boris did not wish to announce to anyone that his family was often vulnerable on the road. 

The Chamberlain halted them at the edge of the Konigsgarten, giving them his elderly smile. "The Boar's Head is merely three streets eastward of the Palace. It's quite a nice Inn," he told them, and handed Cyrdic and Camilla two pendants, wrought in the likeness of a Wolf's head. "Show these to the Innkeeper, and he will know you have the Graf's favor and protection. Food, drink, rooms, are paid for. We will contact you when next we wish to speak to you." 

With that, the duo was subsequently dumped into the street as it were. It seemed there was little time for ceremony in Middenland. Cyrdic did not particularly mind. "That could have gone worse," Cyrdic said to Camilla as they began to walk through the city streets. The stone roads led both of them through a marketplace, where men haggled and traded for all manners of pelts, spices, trinkets, and foodstuffs. Vendors of various trades occupied the lanes, ranging from apothecaries to armor smiths. A man juggled balls lit on fire, and a woman stood upon two fingers, her legs posed above her head. One man hailed Camilla with a necklace Cyrdic suspected was fake, claiming her beauty needed such jewelry to be accentuated.

Merry music played and lingered in the air as the two of them passed into the next street, where brothels and taverns filled the ways with all manners of leisure and pleasure. Cyrdic didn't even look when a few heavily rogued women called for him to join them, and they passed by an uproarious tavern where a Dwarf bouncer threw out a lanky, bleeding man. 

When they turned the corner to the final street, there were a few lesser Inns that clung to the Boar's Head. It was quite a large establishment, with a statue of Ulric standing at its fore, fully thrice the height of a man and wrought of iron. The Boar's Head was three stories, with men and women milling about and speaking among themselves at its archway. 

"I feel as if it would be better for a single room, and I'll sleep on the floor again. I'd rather private quarters so we can speak among ourselves," He breathed to Camilla. "Though I won't blame you if you want privacy."

They entered the archway, passing courtly gentlemen and posh ladies. Even an Elf mingled with the crowd, laughing whimsically. "All I ask is we get a drink and some food while we speak to the Inn keeper." He said, a bit louder. Cyrdic gave her a grin. "Perhaps they have some Tilean Ale, eh?"
[@Penny]