Cyrdic had finally had a chance to relax his weary muscles, and clean his scars. Not only that, but his shoulder length brown hair was now clean, something he'd been meaning to do for quite awhile. Along with his new clothing he had washed from Talabecland, he looked the epitome of a Middenland duke. A hint of uncouth northerner, yet an intense noble quality about his heroic frame and rugged features. 
 
The plump, comely waitress had just left their table, her hips swaying for Cyrdic could admire, though for some strange reason Cyrdic felt a bit odd gazing with Camilla around. Still, his attention was immediately transfixed upon Osfurth, and he nodded to the man when asked to speak to he and Camilla privately. "Certainly," Cyrdic said, escorting him to their private room as if he were merely an old friend. 

Once they closed the door, Cyrdic stood at the ready while the Chamberlain sat down. He removed the hood of his cloak, and gave them a helpless smile. "I do certainly hope you two have enjoyed yourselves here," he said. "I say, it's very few and far between when I see such good and trustworthy folk as you. I want you to understand that I do not come and ask things of you lightly..." 

"We understand," Cyrdic said, gesturing for him to continue. "Yes, well...I have something very dangerous, yet important to ask of you two...You see, I do not want it broadcast to the city, nor even to Graf Boris just yet. I am hoping to rectify a terrible tragedy before it is known but...a month ago, our Knights discovered a cult of vile chaos worshipers within one of the old buildings uptown. They had a very large amount of that most vile substance." 

"Warpstone?" Cyrdic asked, making the sign of the hammer. The Chamberlain nodded. "Yes, the Warpstone we discovered had seemingly come out of nowhere. And we took it into custody for our mages and priests to contain it within one of the Palace cellars. Only...now it is missing." 

The edge of Osfurth's words had Cyrdic gripping his sword hilt until his knuckles were white. "And why do you come to us? What can we do?" 

"You can look without scrutiny, unlike our guards and Knights. I realize this is a harrowing task I give to you. But I have nowhere else to turn." 

"Ah yes, how forgetful of me. But here," he said, sliding his hand into his cloak and producing a letter. "You are invited to the Graf's ball in a matter of days. I don't know why the Graf throws them. He hardly shows his face. But there it is." 
[@Penny]