Camilla stepped through the doorway. It was a large room with a stone arched window that looked out over the valley. Her clothes dried and neatly folded sat on the windowsill, as to her relief, did her weapons and pouches. A large four poster bed stood in the center of the room with an honest to Myrmida lace canopy. She turned gracefully, allowing her skirt to fan out, widening her smile into one of simple beautiful joy. She dipped her hips slightly as though in a reserved yet formal dance. Then she grabbed Cydric and yanked hard on his tunic, pulling him off balance and stumbling into the room before shoving her hip against the door, slamming it closed with a rattling crash as the latch dropped into place. She could never have managed it if Cydric had been resisting but he was too taken aback by the sudden move to react.

[b]"Cydric, is there something in the water here about?"[/b] she asked tartly and he blinked in confusion.

[b]"There must be some reason everyone's brains are suddenly turned to mush and syrup. I am not the Lady of Eschale up in her tower, needing brave knights to stand vigil," [/b]she went on, her tone slightly waspish. Bad enough that Gilderoy seemed to think he was living in a Brettonian epic poem without it rubbing off on Cydric. Crossing the room she hopped up onto the bed and bounced a few times experimentally.

[b]"Because I'm not the Lady of Eschale," [/b]she repeated, thinking of the old Brettonian folk tale where the virginal madien waited in her tower for a knight to prove worthy of her. The thought made her smile and she transformed it into her professional come-hither smile, eyes smoldering with sensuality. Instinctively she stretched out and bought her shoulder up slightly as she had been trained to do to display herself. She considered it a partial success in the ridiculous white dress/leather boot ensemble.

[b]"As in really really not," [/b]she explained then let the contrived seductress act bleed away as easily as she had summoned it. Sighing she patted the bed indicating that Cydric should sit and when he did she leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment.

[b]"Sorry," [/b]she said, thinking that his day had been as tough as hers and she shouldn't take it out on him.

[b]"I'm not made of glass is all and there is a lot here that is unsettling."[/b] She gave him the brief version of her earlier conversation with Gilderoy, his story about how they had reoccupied the castle for the sake of some 'you might say religious artefacts' and the odd way he had declared Sigmar to be the God of Men. She even tried to use a Gilderoy accent to do so, but was only partially successful.

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