Cyrdic was similarly taken aback. "My question is..." he whispered. "-is Estabrook an Imperial or Kislevite province?"

Cyrdic had traveled far, but he had not been to every corner of the Old World, yet. It sounded Imperial, so he would attempt that and hope for the best. Thankfully marriages can happen across provinces, so Camilla could use her native Tilean, or anything she would like. 

A quick glance showed the room had far more variety on the guest-list than he had anticipated. There were plenty of Kislevite noblemen, in their feral furs, curved beards, and strange hats, there wives similarly adorned (bar the beards). However to his surprise, he saw three Dwarf Slayers who spoke to one another in hushed tones at the corner of the throneroom, and even more strangely, five elves of Ulthuan. A young Elf in scholar's robes, flanked by what Cyrdic theorized was his 4 household guard. 

The Duke Enrik sat on his throne, trying his best to be approachable, but he still had a severe look about him. A few of the higher ranking Barons mingled about him, drinking wine and speaking in their northern tongue. Complaining and fretting, more like. A few of the taller ones that walked with the same gait as Ivan seemed more apt to silence with sudden bursts of loud boasting, ornate scimitars hanging from their belts. 

Cyrdic and Camilla were suddenly greeted by an Imperial Noble and his wife, one of the few Imperials in the room. Judging by the red finery and the griffon on the emblem of the man's resplendent and obviously novelty armor, they were Reiklanders. The man was tall, nearly Cyrdic's height, though less muscled with a face framed by a well groomed mustache. The woman was a sultry blonde who seemed to disdain the fact they were so far north in all things save the wolf fur she fashionably requisitioned that lay across her delicate shoulders. 

"Ah, Imperials are you? Or is Estabrook elsewhere Herr..." 

"Richter." Cyrdic said, glad these two confirmed his suspicions on Estabrook being an Imperial name. "of Middenland. This is my wife, Gabriella." 

They both gave slight bows to Camilla. Cyrdic nearly chortled, for the blonde did not even seem to notice either of them until she lay eyes on Camilla during the bow and suddenly blinked, her jaw slacking. If Cyrdic had to guess, she likely just realized Camilla was perhaps the only woman in the room more attractive than her. "What brings you this far north, my lord?" 

"Adolf Lichter." the nobleman introduced himself. "And my wife, Elise of Talabecland. We have a few contacts within Praag, old acquaintences of my father. We were sent to negotiate and meet with them until this bloody Chaos invasion, and we find ourselves trapped here same as many I suppose. An odd thing. If only the wastes were near Tilea or Estalia, perhaps seiges would be far more pleasant." He joked. "And you, what brings you to this...fair city?"  

Cyrdic opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly he smelled something. Something only someone with his keen nose would detect. It was not even an out of the ordinary smell, like the musk of beastmen or the stench of Orcs. He smelled the perfume of the room they had barely escaped alive not hours ago, in the [i]Hussars Hooves[/i]. Someone who had attended there was in this room.
[@Penny]