Plus, whatever assassins come after us, I'd like for them to know we aren't to be toyed with. Only way to do that is by word of mouth," Cyrdic said, then smiled to himself as he thought [i]unless putting a body on display would work[/i]. But it wouldn't for this establishment. Cyrdic stepped back into the stables fully and rummaged around for his shirt. Yantz had gone back to his stable and Ivan called out. "Heh!? Vot happened?" 

Camilla shook her head. "It's over now, get dressed." 

"Ah leetle bird, you haf a way with me, eh?" He said with a fatherly smile. Cyrdic thought it odd he treated Camilla like a daughter and then rutted with a girl only slightly older than Camilla. She looked to be Cyrdic's age, and she clung to Ivan as if he were her only protection, even among his friends. "Be gone, girl. It iss fine now. No moar danger." Ivan said to her, gently prying off her slim arms and smacking her rear. She squealed and practically scampered off, glancing at Cyrdic as if he were a Norscan let loose in the city as she ran by him. 

There was a loud snoring from the back of the stables, and Cyrdic opened up the door to where the sound came from. Skaldi was still fast asleep. Cyrdic shook his head. "Out like a rock."

Konrad had already awoken before them, and had made his way to the Inn even before the assassin's attack. He'd been restless the previous night, and had been assailed by dreams of Chaos that left a cold chill on him even in the morning hours. By the time the group had reached him in the tavern, he was already tipsy. It even impressed Skaldi, who felt a keen appreciation to the art of drinking to go at it first thing in the morning. 

"Ye should have told me, I'd have joined ye, manling." the Dawi said, walking past him and grabbing his apron. It was his responsibility to get the cooking pot going. The Brettonian Innkeeper had not yet unlocked the front door, and had refused to serve Konrad more than three drinks. 'Only to calm his nerves' she informed the group when she had let them in. The Greatsword's hair was disheveled and his eyes were red. 

"You can't be doing this to yourself." Cyrdic said to him, but Konrad waved him away and went to take another sip. Cyrdic pushed the mug out of his hand and grabbed him by the shoulder. Konrad snarled, but Cyrdic didn't waver. "You're a man of Nordland by the hammer, act like it." he scolded him. A knock at the door defused the situation, and Ivan stomped over to the door, the only one not on edge at having had assassin's come after them the night previous. 

"Ah, tank yoo" the kislevite said, and closed the door. "A courier hass a lettar for us. From da sorceress."
[@Penny]