The question hung in the air for a moment as the fellow puffed at his pipe. Camilla rolled her eyes and the man's mouth soured into a frown.

"Yes we get it, dramatic and foreboding, but if it is all the same to you, our breakfast is getting cold," Camilla stated waspishly deliberately turning away from the grizzled looking man. He stood scraping his chair across the rushes and reached into his coat producing a wood and brass icon marked with the Imperial cross.

"I am Thaddeus Von Eikenhouser," he declared coldly, "A duly appointed Justicar of His Imperial Highness Karl Franz."

"Pleased to meet you," Camilla replied in a disinterested tone and took a drink of her ale. Part of her training was in politics and she had spent enough time in the Empire to know of the existence of Justicars. They served as roaming judges for a realm in which many towns had little more than a group of town elders to govern them. Many Justicars were illegitimate children of nobles, although this fellow was clearly not the pimply faced by-blow of an aristocrat. 

"So you walked here through a blizzard to find work did you? I am officially curious now," he went on, clearly irritated by the Tilean's non chalant attitude. She nodded her head enthusiastically. 

"Thats right," she agreed giving him no room to dissent. His cold suspicious eyes bored into them both and for a moment Camilla thought he might say more but instead he picked up his sword, swung it over his shoulder and stalked out into the winter. Camilla allowed herself a slight grin.

"Friendly man," she commented in her accented Riekspiel before attacking her egg with the edge of her wooden spoon. 

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