Cyrdic winked at her, and then turned back to the killer who's face was now stark white with terror. "You best have good information, or we'll be cooking a murderer tonight." the soldier said, his voice's surety pretty much hammered the nail into the coffin for this man. "I never seen their faces!" he cried, hyperventilating. 

Sweat beaded down his bloodied and bruised face. "I've been working for these chaps the past few months, see? They knew where to find me. Knew I was someone good at getting things down without asking questions." Cyrdic glanced to Camilla, and then turned back to the thug. "Go on." 

"Most of the time I'm given letters and such on what to do, with payment inside. This time I get met by someone. Only the second time I did. Only this chap was different than the first. He spoke all posh-like. Told me I was doing the Graf a service, and gave me an extra gift. A-A seal. Told me I'd need it to get in here and talk to the pretty girl!" 

Cyrdic asked where it was, and when the man told him the back pocket, Cyrdic produced a wolf seal just as the ones Camilla and Cyrdic had. "Said I'd use it to convince the girl to take me to the room, so I could ask her about you two." 

"Torture her." Cyrdic corrected. The man squirmed. "I was just following orders!" 

Cyrdic's next punch knocked the man out before he could even cry out. It was so powerful that it knocked his chair back after snapping his head to the side, and he fell onto the ground. Cyrdic let out a breath, obviously fuming from the plea of innocence from such a man. That, and all of the danger to Camilla, and being roughed up himself. He growled, and tried to calm himself, closing his eyes. 
[@Penny]