Truth be told, Cyrdic was as hungry as a starving bear. The drama from earlier had made him forget his appetite, but now he was quite famished. As the serving maid made her way off, Cyrdic stopped her for a moment and asked for some trenchers for he and his companion. For some strange reason, the Witch Hunter seemed disapproving of his request, but said nothing of it further. 

Moments later, Cyrdic had the distinct feeling that he didn't trust this Von Koneinswald. Nor the place they now resided, even if it was feeding his grumbling belly and looked quaint enough. There was something in the air, and the hairs on the end of his neck stood on end. He'd been ambushed before, and flashbacks of those terrifying memories threatened to shatter his reserve. He shook them away, and focused on the present. 

"The Graf does not know," Cyrdic said, not wanting to bring suspicion on someone like Boris Todbringer. Personally, he had felt bad enough lying to the man's face, and he wouldn't dishonor him by making claims about him. Strategically however, he also did not want to be responsible for starting a conflict, or Sigmar forbid, a war, all under a misunderstanding. Honorable though he may be, Boris Todbringer also had a fearsome reputation. 

Vivvienne and I are acting on our own. We've heard...disturbing rumors lately, of strange gatherings of men and women in the more abandoned parts of Middenheim. I've fought the Northmen before on campaign, and Vivvienne here is a capable swordswoman. We merely thought to have a look, before-" Cyrdic glanced at Camilla, and shrugged. "Well, that is when you showed up. But when we were struck in the building, I've not felt such a way since facing a sorcerer of the dark powers on the coast of Nordland. I cannot stress enough that I believe this is a serious infestation of heretics, herr Koneinswald."
[@Penny]