Cyrdic pushed Eliose to arm's length and nodded. "We'll get you to the next town and help you. But right now we need to go, ok?" He looked into her eyes, making sure she understood. He saw tears still streaming down her face, but she nodded after a moment. Cyrdic gave a small smile to ease her.

"Let me get a few of my things..." She said. Slowly, she stood up and the disappeared into the back rooms. Cyrdic let out a frustrated breath from his nose, and turned to Camilla. 

"I almost long for a beastman's axe." He admitted. Before Camilla could comfort him, an uneasy silence materialized. As if the crowd outside disappeared. 

It was a knock and a voice at the door that solved that mystery, those of the Justicar Thaddeus. "Open up, or face the wrath of the Emperor and Sigmar himself." He called. "I have business with you two, and the woman within!" 

Cyrdic cocked his pistol, the aged one he kept just in case. pointing it at the door. His voice was harsh and commanding, demanding an answer. "How do we know you don't lead that mob out there?" 

"If I did, the door would be knocked down, rather than knocked upon." The Justicar said. "But I will hear your explanations and the truth of this matter, or you will face the noose!" 

Eloise had just stepped into the room, her eyes wide as saucers as she clutched a few scant items. A blanket, a runic necklace, and what looked to be a very old ceremonial dagger. Cyrdic glanced Camilla's way, prompting her to be ready when the door opened. "Fair enough." Cyrdic called. He stepped forward, pistol at the ready as he placed his hand on the doorknob, slowly opening the door. 
[@Penny]