Camilla frowned in surprise as the Captain departed, her eyes falling on the skeletal Olden. He not a prepossessing man, although he was younger than his dress and mannerisms would suggest. Camilla would have guessed he was in his forth decade although without the signs of hard living which usually accompanied such an age. He squinted even through his glasses and Camilla had to suspect that he was fearfully near sighted. He wore a rumpled suit, the cuffs of which were spotted with ink and other less identifiable stains and he wore a silver signet ring of a design she didn't recognize. He squinted up at her through his watery blue eyes and Camilla started with embarrassment.

[b]"Herr Olden, a pleasure to meet you,"[/b] she said bowing very slightly to the fellow.

[b]"I am Camilla De La...,"[/b] she began but Olden interupted her.
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"Your the young woman who kicked the Count of Ostland in the balls,"[/b] he said his mouth splitting into a smile.

[b]"Or so the story goes... although the stories also claim that you are the Duchess of Pavona travelling incognito."[/b] He hunched his shoulders and looked around in a conspiratorial fashion. Camilla fought down a blush of embarassment. She didn't particularly want to be known as the woman who kicked the Baron in the crotch.

[b]"Do you believe the stories?"[/b] she asked, arching a dark eyebrow. Olden snorted derisively.

[b]"You are lovely my dear lady and graceful as any princess but considering the Pavonese are fierce Republican's and through the last Duchess from a tower window three hundred years ago I rather doubt it. Plus the fact that your last name literally means Camilla From Tratio makes such rumors extremely unlikely."[/b] Camilla was impressed it was rare to find someone both educated in Tilean history and fluent in the language this far north.

[b]"And you my boy, Seargent Becker, I'll try not to be too much of a hassle, it really is most important that I and my special cargo reach Nuln without incident."[/b]

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