"We'll need to find his sister first," Cyrdic replied, his mind fading back into his early years as a soldier. He knew what part of the township she was in, but he would need to see the house again to fully recognize it. The usual banter of the common room was present, but mostly a low backdrop this day. He had to guess it was because of their sudden appearance. While the men practically dropped their jaws at Camilla, a few of them looked at Cyrdic warily. His rugged face and runic sword made it clear he was either Camilla's husband, escort, or bodyguard. That and the scolding from their women folk made the Tilean a bit less appealing. 

The most appealing thing in the room was the eggs and the ale, Cyrdic had to admit. As soon as his ever sensitive nose caught the scent of the blessed aroma, his mouth began to water. He'd always had a large appetite, but these days he seemed to get somewhat unruly if he didn't get a good meal, particularly good meat. 

Cyrdic was halfway done inhaling the egg when he felt Camilla nudging him. He closed his mouth to chew, suddenly aware he'd left it open again. Camilla had told him that courtly men don't do that, and while she didn't care, it was good to make good impressions. He almost thought she was going to give a playful 'thwap' across his head before he saw her whisper. "Who is that man?" in a hushed tone. Cyrdic swallowed the egg and looked the man's way for a moment, finding the fellow stared back at him. 

"Problem?" The Ostlander challenged after matching gazes for a few moments, drawing a surprised and somewhat frustrated look from Camilla. She had always gone for subterfuge over force, but Cyrdic was a different breed. 

"None at all," the man replied, taking a drag from his pipe. He looked a grim sort, if amused by them. "You just seem odd for newcomers. Might I ask your business here?" 

"Looking for work." Cyrdic replied non committal. It wasn't technically a lie, because it was always the truth. "What's it to you?" 
[@Penny]