Camilla didn't particularly like the idea of going into the dark below the city but nor did she see any graceful way to decline the offer. It seemed that the only way they would prevent more bloodshed, and maybe alot more bloodshed was to find answers. It offended her sense of noblese oblique that princes, or nobles or whatever they called them in the Empire might abuse their positions and cause those whom they were supposed to protect to suffer. She supposed that might be rather a romantic notion for a courtesan to hold be she found she did believe it.

Von Koneinswald led the back to the sewer grate they had found and with Cydrics help they pried it up. The sound of watchmen coming to answer the pistol shots were clear in the distance but it didnt seem to concern the Witch Hunter. The sewers were most notable for their stink. It was an almost phyical blow to the senses and she wrinkled her nose.

[b]"The Glory of service to the Empire Frauline," [/b]Matis remarked noting her discomfort.

The sewers, despite the sink were impressive, ancient stone vaults which seemed to run for miles in ever direction. It seemed impossible to know where to go but the Witch Hunter merely produced those odd spectacles, put them on for a moment and then set off, passing Cydric a mirrored lantern which could be shuttered by means of a small lever. Camilla contented herself by taking Cydric's other pistol so that she would have a brace should the need arise, if it did they would all rather Cydric could draw his sword and keep the lantern aloft.

For a time the walked in silence and it seemed to Camilla that the stonework grew progressively shabbier, here and there patches and improvised dykes marred the ancient engineering. The silence began to way on the Tilean and she thought about what had happened on the streets above.

[b]"How is it that you came upon us Herr Von Koneinswald? Seems a strange time and place to meet you," [/b]she asked a tinge of concern in her voice. The Witch Hunter grunted what might have been a distant cousin to a laugh.

[b]"It would be strange Vivvienne, if it weren't for the fact that the area beneath that grate is one of the largest nexi in the city. That and the acrobatic pyrotechnics of course."[/b] She blushed remembering falling from the roof and cast a thankful glance back at Cydric. To her surprise the Witch Hunter spoke.

[b]"I commend you on a suspicious mind though, it is a rare gift in these guillible times," [/b]he stated, pausing to direct their path down a smaller, much narrower passage. It seemed to Camilla that their was a tinge of sadness or frustration.

[b]"Did you aim to hit that skaven in the eye like that? Even while it was leaping through the air?"[/b] she asked feeling a need to fill an increasingly tense silence.

[b]"Sigmar guides my shots lady,"[/b] he replied, pulling his hat down a little lower on his head but she could detect the hint of pride in his voice and pleasure that she had noticed. For some obscure reason it made her feel better that the dour Von Koneinswald could take pleasure in something that he did well and she found herself warming slightly to the Templar. He held up his hand for silence and pointed ahead.

A large jagged crack in the stonework lead to a passageway. It might have been her imagination but she thought she could detect a faint musky scent as well.

[b]"Be careful,"[/b] Von Koneinswald whispered. Camilla squeezed Cydric on the shoulder to reassure herself and crouched down, checking to make sure both pistols were still primed.
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