Silk! He had no idea why any man would ever don a silk shirt. It cost more than his broadsword and shield, and probably his soldiers apparel as well, save the armor. The wool trousers were not well traveled and loose, and the black boots were for a bloody general rather than a humble Sergeant. It felt wrong. 

But he didn't grumble at all, instead standing tall with his head raised as the men measured him, and Camilla watched with a professional eye. Not for the first time did he realize he must truly care for this woman, because otherwise he would have told whomever suggested him wearing such things to shove them straight back up their shitter. 

Still, the piece of armor, while small and a bit foppish, made him feel a bit more comfortable in the whole attire. His uncomfortable look caused Camilla to concede on no hat, and at the end of the day he realized she had compromised a fair bit for him and he was appreciative of that. Of course, she looked stunning. Honestly, he felt just as attracted to her in her travel clothes as her resplendent in her sapphire attire, but it was nice seeing her in her element. 

After placing some of the finery away, he and his partner in crime met with the Chamberlain, who seemed to be under the weather in more ways than one. It was concerning to Cyrdic, but he didn't pry too far into his Apoplexy. "I'm sorry Chamberlain. Most of the news is of the dire sort," he replied, hands behind his back and speaking as if to a military superior. "We believe we know where the majority of the warpstone is being held, in the Old district by Rodinger street." 

The images of Camilla collapsing was still fresh in his mind, as was the realization of his sword's power and name. He forced the thoughts away as he continued. "What's more, we believe it's the ratmen who are providing the heretics with warpstone and resources. Herr Koneinswald, a Witcher Hunter of our acquaintence, is investigating further as well speak. But we have reason to believe you and all who attend the ball are in danger. Something is to happen tonight, during...We know not what it is yet, herr Osthfurth."
[@Penny]