"I hear Tilea is nice this time of year," Camilla responded with a slow grin spreading across her her face. She set her own glass down, enjoying the warming burn of the liquor as it slid down into her belly.

"Of course there are the civil wars, the skaven, the plagues, the bandits..."

Cydric laughed at the joke.

"Or we could try Lustria, of course there are the lizards, the dark elves, the plagues, the pirates..." he amplified. Camilla snickered. There were few places in the Old World or beyond in which ease and safety could be found. The Empire, like every other land, was perpetually awash with with troubles.

"Maybe we can take some time when we get to Marienburg," Camilla said hopefully.

"Didn't you get kidnaped by vampire's the last time we were there?" Cydric asked with a cocked eyebrow. Camilla giggled.

"Sure but at least the bandits there are actually the ones running the city." Cydric chuckled at this and Camilla slipped into his arms, feeling the rough scrape of his stubble against her cheek as she lifted her lips to kiss him.