Cyrdic was glad Camilla had found a place for him to hide. His first instinct was to hide behind the door and then bash the back of their heads in with his sword hilt, and then tie them up. He supposed this was easier. He briefly thought Ricardo was going to get caught, but like a rodent he slid into some corner, and the two that entered conversed without pause or complaint. Cyrdic held himself completely still, one arm around Camilla. 

Once the two were out, he stayed by the door to make sure he heard no more footsteps. Little did he know that his eyes needed to be elsewhere... 

He whirled, sword leading when he heard the unfamiliar voice. When he saw who had been clapping, his breath caught. The voluptuous and enchanting woman lounged on the back chair, watching them. Even pushing herself up stirred something within Cyrdic, and he wondered how a person could be this beglamouring. He shook his head, trying to undo whatever effect was on him. Was it even an effect? He was a man but he wasn't usually this overcome with lust and admiration. 

The woman's mocking laughter was haunting, her dress glimmering in the faint light of the room. She placed one pointer finger on the other, beginning to count down as she spoke. 

"You remained unseen, you rappled across the rooftops. You moved gracefully and with an air of nobility I daresay." She said, her eyes falling on Camilla. "Very impressive. As are your companions. This one moves almost as well as you," she said, gesturing to Ricardo. The Tilean followed her hand as if it was a piece of meat to a starving man. She seemed bemused at his hungry gaze. "Though he's not quite the 'specimen' as the one in the back." 

Her eyes bored into Cyrdic, and the Ostlander felt a hammerblow to his psyche as he tried to look away. But every sense in his body begged him to give into this one's will. 

"What do you want?" Cyrdic asked, shaken. 
[@Penny]