Camilla composed her note quickly. She wrote it in Brettonian, the Chamberlain having already demonstrated his proficiency in that tongue, informing him that they had vital information and needed to meet as soon as possible. That done she melted some candle wax onto the letter and sealed it with one of the rings they had taken from the horde in the mountains. To her immense revulsion she saw that the seal was that of a handsome man with no eyes.

She tried to ignore the screams of pain as best she could as she wrote, though he noticed that the boy flinched with each reverberating blow. He was very young, maybe sixteen she guessed, although these northerners always seemed to mature faster than the Tilean's to her eyes. He looked scared, angry and sad all at once.

[b]"What is your name?"[/b] she asked the boy. He snapped back from whatever he had been imagining his face coluring slightly.

[b]"Klaus... Klaus Frau... I mean My Lady,"[/b] he stammered. Camilla smiled at him in an effort to calm him but it seemed only to fluster him more.

[b]"Take this to the Chamberlain, tell her that a certain Lady sends it most urgently and that it is to go into no hand but that of the Chamberlain. He is a jolly fat man called Osfurth, do you understand?"[/b] The boy took the letter, stared at it for a second and then tried to bow and stuff the missive into his shirt at the same time, the resulting failed bow and failed stowage were predictable. Recovering he managed to get the letter concealed and spun and trotted out without another word.

Getting up she returned to the common room where Cydric had evidently persuaded the man to talk. Blood ran down from his pressure cut, broken open by a blow and several knew bruises were already swelling. The mans nose looked like a half squashed apple.

[b]"The water is heating but it will be a minute before its hot enough,"[/b] she replied quietly. At this the thug through up his hands.

[b]"Please, please don't boil me, Ill tell you what I know, its not much but ill tell ya!"[/b] he half bleated. His accent was strange to her ears although it had something in common with Cydrics it was different enough to remark upon. Camilla blinked at that, the thought of boiling the man alive in a bath would never have even occurred to her. She folded her arms and put on an appologetic expression.

[b]"I'm sorry monsieur, I'm afraid that decision isn't up to me to make you see. My friend here was very fond of that girl you lured upstairs and I doubt there is much I can do to talk him out of it,"[/b] her words dripped with genuine regret. The other boy, not Klaus set the blunderbuss down on the table his eyes wide and scared but after a moment he pulled himself together. Camilla was just as glad he put the gun down, he was twitchy enough to spray them all with rusted nails and bird shot by accident.



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