Camilla watched the whole affair without comment. Fury boiled within her and she realized she was balling her fingers into fists. With a deliberate effort she forced herself to unclench her hands. It took her a moment to bring herself undercontrol and when she did she reached over the bar plucked a bottle from beneath it, more or less at random, popped the stopper free and took a long drink. She guessed it was some sort of fortified wine, but truthfully she didn't much care.

[b]"Well,"[/b] she began in a tight voice, [b]"I suppose that more or less confirms the theory that someone from the court was involved."[/b] It was technically possible to forge a seal, but any smith or jeweler that did so had to know that their very life was forefit if such a thing were discovered. 

The boy looked both queasy and nervous, clearly wishing that his father had already returned. The boy was brave and apparently competent but he was young. Younger then Camilla had been at fifteen that was for sure, Cydric to unless she very much missed her guess.

[b]"What... what should we do with him?"[/b] the boy stammered. Camilla took another drink and pushed the bottle towards Cydric. She wouldn't do herself any favors by making herself drunk.

[b]"You have empty wine barrels in the cellars no?"[/b] she asked. The boy nodded.

[b]"Shove him in one and nail the lid on,"[/b] she instructed.

[b]"Then what?"[/b] the boy asked, clearly perplexed.

[b]"Roll it off the mountain for all I care!" [/b]Camilla snapped and the boy jumped over to the unconcious prisoner and began to drag him towards the steps which led down to the cellar, tears standing out in his eyes. Guilt washed over her, she hadn't really needed to shout at the boy, he had peformed like a hero in this whole sad affair afterall.

[b]"The water will be ready,"[/b] she said curtly and wearily pushed herself to her feet and headed for the vat of hot water, hoping to clean the stink of sewers and worse things off her body before the Chamberlain arrived.

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