Camilla watched the fanatics slinking away but kept her pistol drawn until the last one of them disappeared into an alley with a final hateful glower. She eased the hammer forward with a soft click and tucked the small weapon back into her belt. Kennenburg was proving to be full of unpleasant surprises. There was obviously alot of fear in a village and that was dangerous with people cooped up by the winter weather.

"Please come in, quickly, they will be back," Eloise hastened and gestured them through the door. She was an attractive woman, although hard living had aged her faster than might normally have been the case. SHe had a fine figure and long golden hair that was secured in braids. The stress of the situation was evident in her face however in the bruises and sunken eyes. Camilla could tell that she had been crying. They hurried quickly down the path and into the door taking care to wipe the snow off their boots before crossing the threshold. Eloise gave Camilla a quizzical glance but didn't comment at the other woman's presence. 

The interior of the cottage was neat and tidy with handsome homemade furniture and burnished copper pots hanging on the walls. There were only two rooms, the kitchen area they were in now and a separate door that lead to a bedroom in which two feather matressess stood. A large wooden table with a half prepared stew of vegetables and venison was being prepared.

"Oh Cydric, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this," Eloise half sobbed. She sat down heavily on a chair and pulled a lace hankerchief from her apron and dabbed at her eyes.

"You too..." she trailed off with a glance in Camilla's direction. Camilla smiled her professional smile and offered a slight courtly bow to the woman.

"I am Camilla de la Trantio," she said, smiling with amusement as Eloise brow furrowed. Her Riekspiel was good enough most of the time but a sentence with only her name was a challenge for the uninitiated. 

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