"I'm not entirely sure why you suspect me or the frauline of treachery, Commander. I'm a Sigmar fearing man, and a soldier of Reikland same as you. I'm merely here by the hammer's good grace, and your timely intervention." Cerdic grit his teeth within his enclosed mouth, but showed no anger or hostility other than that. He gave the Commander a salute. "Sir, by your leave." 

Gilbrect gave Cerdic a baelful gaze for a moment, then nodded brusquely. "Go and see the Witch if you wish. But my men will be at the door if you see fit to... dine with her" he said. Cerdic gave another salute, and then made his way off the wall and past the courtyard. He could feel the Lord Egling's gaze upon his back. 

Cerdic let out a haggard breath, and wondered how things could have gotten so fucked up within one day of this world. His friends dead, a Chaos incursion in the Reikwald, Templar's threatening him. He made his way down hall after hall, feeling as lost mentally as he appeared to be physically. What next? His question was answered when a half naked and soaked Hilde hit him as he turned the next corner. He grunted, the powerful but lean man not staggering from her light weight, but surprised by the force nonetheless. "W-what?" 
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Eyes with unnatural sight had viewed the exchange from atop the walls. The man had been there. Crovendif chuckled with barely surpressed glee. It was true, the Castle itself proved an obstacle, but he merely would need to send a Gor to relay the message to Balgar. They would be able to navigate the hell cannon there by late morning. Behind him, his followers seethed and groaned, and he halted them with a whisper. "Soon, my lovelies."
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