The Innkeeper screamed Bella's name and rushed to the body even as Cydric went out the window after the attacker real or imagined. The innkeeper scooped up the girls body in his arms, an oddly gentle gesture for such a big man and cradled it to him. Camilla wondered if she were his daughter. Turning she shoved passed the man, she had never gotten his name, as he stood shock still, eyes wide and disbelieving. 

Snatching up her own weapons belt she tied it around her waist and hurried to the window. Looking out to see Cydric racing along the street in the distance. She put a boot on the sill, intending to boost herself out when the Innkeeper caught her wrist.

[b]"What should we do?"[/b] he asked imploringly. Why in Ranald's name ask me? Camilla thought, but the answer was obvious. She was here and she was doing something. He needed to be a part of that.
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"They said she came up here with a big man. Find out who it was,"[/b] she hopped out onto the ledge and coiled her body to jump then cast a look back at the innkeeper.

[b]"And call the watch!" [/b]Without another word she leaped into the night. Not down onto the first floor as Cydric had but across the narrow alley to the tiled roof of a boarding house. She rolled with her momentum pulling herself up by a nearby gable before finding her feet and setting off at a run, parallel to Cydric's but two stories higher. Her soft dearskin boots thumped quietly on the tile as she ran, trying to keep her eyes scanning in all directions in case there were others abroad tonight with nefarious intentions.

Camilla moved like lightning across the roofs, jumping from one to the next with hardly a lost stride, occasionally forced to shift to one side or the other to make the gaps manageable. After a few minutes she caught up with Cydric. He was in an alley staring at something she couldn't make out in the weird uncertain light of Morrslieb. She was just about to open her mouth to call out to him when something rose out of a pile of trash behind him. Her heart crawled up into her throat as she saw a flash of red eyes and the glint of steel. Without pausing for a moment she yanked the long barrled pistol from her belt and fired in a single smooth motion. Something inhuman screeched in pain but the recoil from the gun and the unplanned action through her off balance. With an inarticulate and unlovely squawk she toppled backwards of the peak of the roof. Bouncing on her rump her fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth granite tiles, her body picking up speed as she failed to find it. Suddenly she was out over open air and disappeared into the darkness between buildings.