Camilla fought down the blush that threatened to creep into her cheeks with all the ruthless efficiency a Reikland sergeant might use to straighten a rank of soldiers. She was a past master of controlling her body in almost all ways it could be done. Some of the lessons had been painful, others humiliating but mostly it was about conjuring up various emotional states and controlling your breathing.

The man was obviously agitated but he just as obviously wasn't going to be any threat to Cydric. She wondered if he realized how fortunate he was not to have been pitched down the stairs by his britches already. Probably not, they boy was clearly a fire with jealousy, likely a frequent occurrence if the girl flirted with all the patrons as obviously and as frequently as she had with Cydric.

[b]"I can assure you that Herr Reiner hasn't seen your Bella since we went out this morning,"[/b] she said reasonably, pulling her leather vest down over her shirt and adjusting the bust laces. The boy sneered, his valor apparently renewed by not having to focus on the big Ostlander.

[b]"Of course you would say that whore!"[/b] he spat. Camilla cocked an eyebrow and Cydric drove a fist into the mans stomach hard enough to expel the air from his lungs with an audible whuuff. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air and clutching his stomach, spittle dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

[b]"You shouldn't be so hard on whores,"[/b] she chided, moving to stand beside Cydric, her hand straying to one of the daggers tucked away on her belt.

[b]"Its an honest living and Ranald knows someone has to do it," [/b]she explained patiently.

[b]"Now if your quite done spitting up all over our floor Ill ask you to..."[/b]

[b]"They told me she went up to the room with the big man, the told me downstairs,"[/b] he wheezed. Camilla frowned uncertain what the information meant. Then her eyes drifted to the second large room across the hall from their own. She awkwardly stepped past the intruder into the hall and rapped briskly on the hard oak door. There was no response. It would be a hell of a thing if it turned out the girl was bedding another of the taverns patrons and her beau just happened to show up at the wrong door.

[b]"Bella?"[/b] she called, realizing it was the first time she had heard the girls name. There was no response. Belatedly remembering the keys their irate visitor had been jangling she turned and picked them up from where they had fallen to the ground. They were large metal keys with two large teeth. Camilla figured that it would only take her a few seconds to pick the lock if she needed to but was greatful not to have the need to display such an unsavory skill. She fitted the key into the lock and turned it with a heavy click before pushing the door open.

[b]"Ranald's teeth,"[/b] she breathed in shocked chagrin as the heavy oaken door swung open. The room was almost identical to their own, right down to the large stuffed feather bed. Unlike their room Bella lay on the bed. The girl was naked, displaying the pleasing curves she had when flirting to full effect but the vivavious youth had gone out of her. Her face was black and her eyes bulged, a leather cord wrapped tight around her neck in a neat professional garrotte. Behind her the window stood open, curtains flapping in the uncertain air.

[b]"Ranald's blue bloody balls,"[/b] she amplified.

[@POOHEAD189]