The Witch Hunter lead them through the streets at a brisk pace. The man had long legs and Camilla found she had to work to keep up. The man seemed to deliberately stay off the main boulevards, leading the way through several narrow alleys until he came to a non descript inn. The place was quiet and although it looked run down on the outside the inside was neat and clean. Camilla's mouth watered as the smell of roasting meat greeted her.

Tables cleared of patrons as the Witch Hunter headed for a large table in the corner. None of the men seemed particularly nervous which struck Camilla as odd. Matis took of his hat and laid it down on the table and gestured for them to join him. Camilla took a seat and within a moment a polite serving maid, middle aged and nondescript bustled over and laid bread and beer on the table without being asked.

[b]"Bring us some of the roast Hilda,"[/b] Matis in a tone of familiarity.

[b]"I didn't really come to Middenheim to look into Chaos cults... well no more than usual of course. So tell me what is the Graf investigating that he hasn't chosen to share?"[/b]

Camilla looked at Cydric unsure of what they should say but von Koneinswald held up his hand for silence and then reached into a pouch, drawing out a pair of golden rimmed spectacles. He leaned back in his chair and set the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. It made him look improbably bookish, maybe a professor in early middle age. He made an expansive gesture with his hand.

[b]"Go on..."[/b]

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