Cyrdic was glad the room of perverse cultists didn't ruin Camilla's spirits or libido! 

"Sigmar, the Palace..." Cyrdic lamented. He nearly cursed, but he realized the Gods might be the only thing he can count on to save them this time. He wasn't about to displease them. "At least we're dressed the part." He said, barreling down one of the lesser lit streets, the patter of Camilla's footsteps letting him know she was still beside him. 

His warrior instincts told him there was no more pursuit. His adrenaline from being chased to running to reach a deadline. "I wish we still had out horses" he said as he ran. They had been a bit too preoccupied to grab them. It took him a second to remember the horses weren't theirs to forget. Oleg would need to bill them, he guessed. 

After ducking and dodging through the grim streets of Praag, trying to keep out of the soldier's eyes as best they could (it wouldn't do for Palace Guests to be questioned and placed in Jail for the night) they turned the last corner and nearly ran into the Palace sentries. Kislevites wearing impeccably forged breastplates and bearskin hats halted them with halberds, almost skewering Cyrdic. He had to grab Camilla before she ran straight into one of the guards. 

"Halt! Wvat business do you haf at the palace! Speak quickly, or leave zis place at once!"

Cyrdic held his hands up, opening his mouth to speak before Camilla's delicate hand covered his mouth with a hard clap. "Actually, we have been invited by Duke Enrik for the festivities this evening. I do believe our effects are in order?" She spoke so quickly, Cyrdic almost didn't realize her accent was perfect Kislevite. With a gesture she produced the letter of invitation, presenting it to the Guard in question. 

"T-They are." 

"Thank you, lovely to see you." Camilla blew kisses at the guards as she shoved her big companion forward. Cyrdic shook his head. "I love you, you know that?"
[@Penny]