Cyrdic reached for his sword just like Camilla, and they both looked at one another and cursed. "We need to find the others at the Inn." Cyrdic said, taking charge and thinking outloud. "Get our swords and make our way to the walls."

"No! You have to kill him." Dietrichia declared, grabbing Cyrdic by his furs and doing her best to shake him, though she was about as skinny as Camilla and less athletic so she might as well have been attempting to shake an Oak. "It is paramount! The great eye requires him to live." She seemed thoroughly convinced in Camilla and Cyrdic's ability to do this at the moment. 

"How in Ulric's name do you plan on us doing that? And why does it matter, we're under attack." Even now Cyrdic could hear the commotion in the inner hall. No doubt Enrik was now sending his nobles to collect their resources and soldiers to bolster the defenses of the walls. The greater Chaos reinforcements must have made it to the city under cover of dark and began to attack immediately. Cyrdic could only imagine the horrors of what lay out there. 

"You harmed him more than you know." She said, her surety compelling belief. "Fire is a Vampire's bane. He could devour the blood of every citizen of Praag and he would still be scarred. I will transport you to him, or where I know he is to go. You must hurry! Here, here," he bade them come over to the balcony and reached into her bodice, producing a vial of unknown powder and pouring it in a star-like pattern along the lined stone of the balcony. 

"Forse se potessi evocare un pugnale!" Camilla whispered acidly, and stepped gracefully into the pattern. Cyrdic squared his jaw and stepped into it as well. When the sorceress finished, she began to chant, her words flowing out of her lips as if they were being pulled out by an unknown strength, and the air around the star became opaque with a mystical abstract quality that Cyrdic had a hard time describing. It was as if he was looking out of the window of a different reality. There was a tingling shimmer that enveloped both of them, and in a flash of light that scorched the stone, Cyrdic and Camilla found themselves on the walls. 

Not in the heat of battle, however. There was no fire or soldiers. Here it was dark and menacing, the parapets like silent guards themselves, lined up to defend in case of attack amid the chilled night air. But no sign of Rishnekov yet either...yet. 

[@Penny]