Camilla froze in place, feeling oddly queasy to her a Ska-Van speak, even in imperfect Reikspiel, she tried to keep her eyes averted from the strange greenish rock. That had to be the warpstone Cydric had spoken off and she felt her skin crawl at the thought of its evil potential. The all huddled there for the moment, quiet and holding their breaths. To her right Camilla saw Von Koneinswald take his spectacles from his coat and raise them towards his eyes before pausing in uncharacteristic indecision and slipping them back into their leather pocket.

Ahead of them the man scoffed.

[b]"Our master keeps his bargains rat,"[/b] the man sneered, a hint of lofty aristocratic disdain. The rat thing tittered a deeply distrubing sound in its own right.

[b]"Yes yes, the changing one is known for his fidelity,"[/b] the rat squeaked, clearly amused by the notion.

[b]"Do they know anything?"[/b] the man asked sliping the stone away beneath his cloak. It seemed to Camilla that the conversation had turned in some fashion she didn't understand.

[b]"No no, Grimface and the Breeder know nothing, we tortured their breederslave yes yes, they only buy dresses and sell jewelry," [/b]Camilla realized with a shock that the rat was talking about them and poor Bella. She cut her eyes sideways to look at Cydric in shock.

[b]"Good, I was afraid they might have been entangled in it somehow, the web was clouded when we asked of their fates. We have an agreement then. It will happen tomorrow at the Counts Ball as promised. The Red Lady herself will be in attendance,"[/b] the human said, his voice filled with eager anticipation.

[b]"Good good, do not contact me until then, then we will divide the spoils yes yes!"[/b] the rat squeaked. Camilla shivered and checked the pan of the pistol for the twentieth time.
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"What should we do?"[/b] she breathed, drawing alarmed looks from both Cydric and Von Koneinswald.

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