Despire the modest purchase, Camilla having new clothing overjoyed her. It truly marked they had reached civilization once more, and she was giddily bouncing along the backstreets and alleys as they began to make their way back to the Inn. Cyrdic had them on a strict schedule for meals to fill their forms out. Three strict meals a day and snacks in between. Along with certain meads Cyrdic knew added some ample-ness to one's figure. Truthfully, he honestly had been worried sick over Camilla's weight loss, and had felt a bit less powerful with his, and so they did their best to keep to that regime. 

"You look about as excited as when you showed me your blue dress at the court of Middenheim," Cyrdic grinned as Camilla hummed to herself. 

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Was fabyoo-lose! Beautiful but deadly, like me, no?" She giggled and gave him a dazzling smile. He knew she was joking, but he had to admit it was right on the mark. Everyday she was getting quicker and healthier, every day closer to being her old acrobatic self. It gave him hope, he realized. To see her having gone through all of the horrors this world had to offer and still be just as bubbly when she found something she enjoyed. 

He gave a laugh. "Hey, calm down. You still need to rest." he reminded her, though truthfully he rather enjoyed seeing her dancing about. She spun on him and drifted very close to him. "Calm down? Who will make me, hmmm? You?" She said, and poked his nose. He smiled and tried to grab her, but she danced away, and then glided closer once more as if to tease him. 

The mood suddenly changed when they turned the corner, and a tear streaked woman blindly ran into them as if the very Gods of Chaos were on her tail. She screamed as soon as she hit Cyrdic's side, and scratched at his face wildly. Cyrdic felt nail driving into his cheek and with a gesture he shoved her off easily, thinking her a daemon until she hit the wall and crumple. "By the hammer, what?" Cyrdic breathed. Camilla had a dagger out within an instant, though when she saw their 'assailant' she made no move. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." the woman said, crying hysterically. "There's men trying to kill my husband a street back! Are you the guards? I have to find the guards!" she yelled and scrambled past them. Cyrdic looked at Camilla, both knowing they had left their swords back at the Inn. Other than her dagger, that's all they had to work with. He'd never really thought of themselves as overly altruistic people, killing for money. But they ran to the aid of this man they knew without hesitation. 

Down the next alley, a well off merchant was surrounded by three men with knives, with a fourth man running headlong into them like the woman did, probably chasing her. Only when he realized who they were he tried to stab at Cyrdic. The big mercenary blocked the man's forearm on instinct, and took a measure of the situation even as he incapacitated the man with an elbow to the nose and a rough shove. 

Camilla tore the knife out of the falling man's hands and flipped it to grab the blade, taking only an instant to measure her aim before she embedded it into one of the three men's backs with an impressive throw. Despite the lack of light, from here Cyrdic and Camilla could see these men were masked, as if they wore the fanciful disguises of a Nuln Imperial ball. Cyrdic doubted nobles would be doing any stabbings in the back alleyways, however. 

"By Ursun, help me!" The fat man cried. 
[@Penny]