Cyrdic leaned back on his strong arms and watched his companion try to make even her common clothing stylish. Briefly, he wondered if he would ever get used to how beautiful she was. Though, all of the danger they'd been through, he'd never really had time to focus on it too much. "I have been wanting new armor, though I'd want it to be more functional than stylish. Maybe a tabard above it to make it...presentable?" He asked, almost not even knowing which word to use. By Sigmar, he'd never given thought to being presentable unless it was to impress a lady, and he'd not found one interested in him in awhile.

He winced, and felt his side. An old wound aching from the bath yesterday. Once his body had relaxed, he'd felt much better. But all of the running and fighting had made his muscles more sore than he cared to admit. He hopped up onto his feet behind her, strapping on his leather belt about his lean waist, his Ulrican sword sheathed along with it. He'd need to find out if the blade had a name. Perhaps the sorceress could tell him, if he ever had the misfortune of running into her again. 

"I've no idea why he would contact us. Or I've many ideas, I should say. And none are an obvious right answer," As he finished his last sentence, he stretched and groaned audibly. He needed to be limber just in case there was trouble. "I say we try our luck on selling our treasures first. Once we're out and about, we'll see if there's any leads we can find. If not, I'm sure we can ask a local about the town, or find a map. I believe the Old section of the city is to the north." 

He made it to the door, and placed his hand on the door knob. "Whatever we do, let's do it quickly. After the ball, I'm planning on us being much further south, if we can help it." he told her. "Let's begin at the marketplace."
[@Penny]