Cyrdic smirked as the two haughty high-borns fled, and suddenly he was whisked away onto the dance floor. Truly, this was the test of whether or not he could blend in. Of course, herr Reiner had never claimed to be noble born or a dancer, so he had some room to not be perfect. But it wouldn't do to step on his partners feet. To his credit, he didn't, though he moved a bit stiff and slightly clumsy, he thought. 

Still, holding Camilla, it was almost as if no one was in the room for a bit. It was odd, but not undesired. He rather liked the idea of no one looking their way. Of course, every time he would glance to the side, that illusion was shattered by all of the eyes upon them. He simply did his best to ignore, and when Camilla staggered, he looked genuinely concerned for her until she whispered in his ear. 

His grey eyes widened, and he nodded. "You're right," he said. After a few more moves, he suggested they step off for a moment, professing to the others his love was a bit under the weather. They made it to the side of the chamber, next to one of the large pillars. The Great battle of Praag was depicted carved along the pillar's base, and Cyrdic led Camilla over behind it. 

"Good thinking," he said to her. "I believe it would be best to find her next. Surely she must be close-"

"Who must be close?" A voice asked from the side, and Cyrdic nearly drew his sword he was so startled. He visibly relaxed when he saw Osfurth the Chamberlain. Though there was something in his manner and eyes that had Cyrdic on edge. The elder approached them, gazing at them oddly. "Are you two alright?" 

"Yes," Cyrdic said. "Too bad the Graf couldn't make it. Is he healthy?" 

"Of course!" Osfurth declared, smiling wide. He had his hands behind his back, head held high. "You see, Graf Todbringer has had much misfortune in his life. His first wife fell ill, and his two sons were murdered after 20 odd years of healthy upbringing. His last wife was sadly, infertile. She too, passed on. He's never been much for socializing after that. He finds most of his joy in slaying Beastman and battling the dreaded Khazrak One-Eye in the forests, keeping the trade roads as clean as he can." 

"That must leave a burden on you, Herr Osfurth." Cyrdic replied, and for a reason he did not know, he tugged Camilla until she stood behind him, protected. 

"Oh no," the Chamberlain chuckled. "I feel I have quite the grasp for politics and leading..." 

Behind the Chamberlain, Cyrdic noticed the Swords of Ulric and a few Knights of the White Wolf were behind them. Cyrdic squinted, and pulled Camilla away. "If you'll excuse us, herr Chamberlain." 

"Ah, certainly. Must meet the young Jiselle!" he said, oddly healthy. Energetic in fact. Cyrdic led Camilla away, only for him to literally walk straight into the lovely sorceress he had seen from when they had first met the Graf. She seemed perturbed, though as to what he couldn't tell. She smoothed her hair behind her ear, and blushed. "I apologize to you both," she said tiredly. "I've been-" 

"The Chamberlain is looking quite healthy," Cyrdic said, almost accusingly. "How is his apoplexy?" 

She looked at Cyrdic hard. "His what?"
[@Penny]