Camilla watched in amusement as Reiner came to his feet, brushing at an ale stain on his shirt without much hope.

[b]"Mercenary company, got a little burned out taking other peoples orders but haven't got any talent for peace,"[/b] he clarified, looking mournfully down at the stain by way of accentuating the point.

[b]"No terms of service or anything that fancy, most of the boys cant read. Fight for us for as long as you like, just don't sod of mid fight or we will have words,"[/b] Reiner went on, his tone remained jovial but there was a grimmer undertone to it when he mentioned having words. When it became clear that Camilla had no intention of leaving the room to dress he stopped pretending not to look at her and went on as calmly as he could.

[b]"We have a contract babysitting a ship up to Marienberg, normally wouldn't phase em but there has been trouble on the rivers of late, some sort of vigilante getting the locals all stired up. Still it would take an army to take a ship like the Sparrow if it had anything more than grandmothers with brooms to defend it. Probably stop in Altdorf to do some trading but that's the captains decision."[/b]

He unrolled a scroll of parchment and passed it to Cydric.

[b]"If your interested ask for the Sparrow at the docks, shes the big square rigged bitch," [/b]he explained.

[b]"Begging my ladyships pardon of course,"[/b] he added ironically.

[b]"Thank you captain,"[/b] Camilla said diplomatically, still holding the sheet to her otherwise naked body.

[b]"We will consider your offer, now..."[/b] Reiner held up his hands and took a backing step towards the door.

[b]"I'll leave you to your breakfast,"[/b] the mercenary said, touching a finger to his forhead in salute and turning without another word to slip out the door.

Camilla blew out a breath after he left and let the sheet fall to the ground.

[b]"Sounds, easy enough,"[/b] she said dubiously. But when had anything ever been as easy as it sounded.

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