Cyrdic grit his teeth, glad he was gaining some ground on denying this woman. He didn't know if it was his Ostlander bullheadedness, his sword, or his love for Camilla battling the lust this woman brought. Probably a combination of all three, he realized. Still, he knew he needed to think crisply, and he couldn't do that as well as he would like if Elspeth was still in the same room as he. It was almost a relief when she said she wished to talk to Camilla, and led her into another room. 

He let out a breath, and closed his eyes for a few moments to open them again and drink in the sight of a bemused and beglamoured Ricardo with what very much looked like a dagger poking from within his trousers. The lewd sight, as well as the soulless, or at least glazed over look of each servant's eyes stabbed through the haze of his mind. "Ricardo." 

The man said nothing, simply gazing around as if this place was so full of wonder. Longing was in his eyes, and his body shifted as he waited anxiously for the woman Elspeth to return. Cyrdic spoke his name again more forcefully, and the man turned to him with a curiosity in his eyes. "Ah yes, we need to discuss what we're to do when I return to my master. I say we follow the lady Elspeth's recommendation, yes?" 

Cyrdic should have known that was what Ricardo would say, but he had not. A dangerous realization crept within Cyrdic as he regarded the Tilean with the slightest tilt of his head. His jaw set hard. "Snap out of it, you idiot." Cyrdic began, before he felt something reverberating from within his sword. It wasn't a howl, however. It was a growl and a whimper, and something tugged at his heart that he knew what it had to be. 

His anger at Ricardo had distracted him from the very real danger of Camilla being alone with this woman. This... 

"Ulric, no." He breathed, cursing himself for letting Camilla be alone with this witch for any reason, even if it was to see more clearly. He knew she was in danger somehow, and a longing appeared in him just as strong, if not stronger, than this enchantress had placed upon him. But this was a base instinct further enhanced by his sword. Loyalty to a mate. 

He was out of his chair and across the room within the span of a heartbeat. One handsome gentlemen stood at the door to guard, a rapier in his hand. "Mein herr, the lady Elspeth bade you and your companion speak out here while she discussed private matters with the lady Camilla." 

"Out of my way." Cyrdic said, but the man simply began to speak again, holding out a hand to keep Cyrdic at bay. If he was in a more calm state, Cyrdic would have told him once more. But when it was Camilla that was on the line, he brooked no chances and grabbed the man by the cuirass before he could bring his rapier to bear. The gentlemen found himself in the chair that Cyrdic had been sitting in not a moment before, only the chair was now broken in two from the weight of the tossed man. 

"Cyrdic?" Ricardo asked, shaking his head as if trying to shake sleep away. The Ostlander was already ripping his sword out of his scabbard and opening the door. When he found it locked, he shoulder rushed it, caving it in slightly. "Camilla!" he called, and then shoulder rushed it again. The second attempt shattered the oaken barrier, sending the wood scattering to the floor. Within the room was a balconied bed, and Camilla lain atop it with Elspeth baring her teeth at Cyrdic, needle sharp canines protruding from her mouth. 

"Leech," he said, aghast. The surprise only lasted a moment however, and fresh, feral, and wolfish rage welled up within him once more. He let out a warcry and ran forward, thanking Ulric and Sigmar there was no blood yet as far as he could tell.  
[@Penny]