The the Justicar, Von Eikenhouser, stepped through the door. His looming frame filled the room and his greatsword hung across his back. He glanced at Camilla and down at the pistol nonchalantly leveled at his belly. It was clearly too tight quarters for the greatsword but he had just as clearly not come to fight. He turned in the doorway and yelled back at the mob.

"This is not justice! No one will be condemed before the facts are known!" The mob seemed to grumble in dissaporval at this but several men took a step back and lowered thier improvised weapon. Turning he fixed a harsh glare at Camilla.

"Threatening the life of a Justicar is a capital crime woman," he glowered. Camilla pulled the hammer back on her small dueling pistol.

"I'm sure that will be an interesting legal discussion mien herr. Of course I guess I will be having it with the Justicar sen't out to aprhend me for your murder." The big imperial laughed harshly at the threat.

"I suppose there is that Frauline, assuming I'm not fast enough to disarm you of course."

"I am willing to bet your life on it Mien Herr," she said sweetly.

"Enough, please, I'm innocent, I'm not a witch," Eloise almost wept. The Justicar looked at the bundle of possession in her hands. His expression hardened.

"An innocent preparing to flee the village in the company of two strange mercenaries no one has lain eyes upon before? Explain yourself woman, and be convincing, lest I am force to appeal to the mob."

[@POOHEAD189]