Cyrdic's head lifted up, and he approached Camilla from behind. His eyes widened when he looked over her shoulders, and he coughed from the shock of seeing Bella dead, almost gagging. He'd seen far worse, of course. But when one didn't expect it, and when it was someone whom he'd physically admired not days before, it was an odd and unsettling experience to see them dead, black, and bloated. 

"What's the meaning of this?" a voice called down from the end of the hall. The Inn keeper had squinting, bloodshot eyes as if he had just been awakened. "All of this yelling in my establishment. I'll-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw the corpse, and he breathed 'by Ulric' to himself. Cyrdic shook his head, heading past the corpse and to the opened window. 

The wind ruffled his linen shirt and caused his hair to sway, but his eyes steeled and remained true. He knew he had seen movement two alleys down, a shadow that had caused a disturbance in Morrsliebs light. It must have been a trick of the eyes, but he was certain he'd seen a tail. Behind him, he heard the renewed wailing of the lover, crying out Bella's name. 

"Dammit," he uttered, and turned to Camilla. "I saw someone. I'm going." he said. He didn't know if she was or was not up to go out. When she tossed him his sword, he grinned when he caught it. "And who ever said Bretonnians aren't helpful?" He joked darkly, to keep up the charade of their guises before the distraught citizenry. With that, he leaped down onto the first floor's roof, and then leaped off that to hit the stone street by his boots, charging off into the dark. 

He had not checked to see if Camilla was behind him. He felt like they were an effective team, but he'd also have been relieved if she'd stayed for now. Either way, he charged forward like a wolf on the hunt, turning into the alleyway just in time to see the barest hint of a shadow disappear to the left. He kept running, turning this way and that as the chaos moon loomed down from above. It wasn't long until he had reached a dead end, and no killer in sight. Merely a sewer hole.
[@Penny]