Camilla was climbing out the window when Cydric made his comment about the dragon. She smirked at Ricardo's incredulous squwak.

[b]"You almost had to have been there,"[/b] she confided before she slid down the tiles, spreading her body wide to increase her surface area. She was almost at a stop when she reached the lip and dropped the remaining six feet into the street. A gasp went up from the crowd that had gathered to watch the entertaining spectacle of the black hats breaking up a brawl. With studied non challance she straightend up and brushed at her clothing. A few seconds later Cydric and Ricardo came down in a clatter of tiles and a shower of dust, the aging roof unable to support their weight. Camilla stooped and picked up Cydric's shield and passed it the mercenary. Then the three of them turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Marienburg, it seemed, did not have a large temple of Shyalla. Instead Camilla, Cydric and the increasingly pale Ricardo were directed to a small but well kept shop with white and red lances planted out front. The sign above the door read Pollonius Bosch - Physican, Surgeon, Barber, by appointment only. Camilla pushed her way into the store and was immediately caught by the almost physical smell of dozens of unfamiliar herbs, minerals and other substances she didn't care to think of. There was an underlying smell of decay and old blood that turned her stomach.

In the back of the room sat a small untidy man with an improbably fluffy mustache. He started when they came in and peered at them through red rimmed eyes.

[b]"I'm by appointment..." [/b]the man began but Camilla cut him off.

[b]"My friends are wounded and they need care,"[/b] she said curtly. The small man, Bosch she presumed sized her up with an appraising glance.

[b]"Even for a creature so divine as yourself, I'm afraid their must be an appo..."[/b] he trailed off as Camilla placed her hand on the butt of her pistol. Bosch forced himself to his feet with a hurt sigh and padded over towards Cydric. To her amazement Camilla realised he was wearing a dressing gown.

[b]"Not very wise to threaten the doctor about to treat your friends my dear child,"[/b] the man grumped, fluffing out his mustache in evident dissaproval.

[b]"Oh I wasn't threatening you Doctor,"[/b] Camilla said sweetly, [b]"I just wanted to make sure you understood." [/b]He reached out and gently probed Cydric's shoulder with his pudgy fingers.
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"Either they get well, or you get sick."[/b]

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