Hilde frowned at Cedric's departing back trying to take in all the information she had just been given.  Why would the knights be suspicious of two escaped soldiers? Paranoia was not an uncommon trait amongst Sigmarites.

Well she had next to no chance of making it through the woods without Cedric's help. That meant she needed  to remain in Sir Gilbrechts good graces. Well, if Cedric was right, she might be able to manage. 

Improvisation was the key. She untucked her shirt an tied the tails together. The resulting effect pulled the shirt tighter across her chest and left her midriff exposed. T outfit made her look like a Araby corsair or a Tiliean sell sword. She hung her weapons belt high on one hip so it slanted diagonally down to her scabbard. She needed to walk with her hip cocked slightly to stop the whole thing falling to the ground but it seemed worth the price  there was nothing she could do for barefeet or disheveled hair, speed would be more important now at any rate. Squaring her shoulders she went looking for sir Gilbrecht.

The Knight was coming into the great hall when Hilde found him. It was easy to let her face form an expression of affronted rage. That was how she really felt after all.

"You!" She blazed, subtly posing as she did so.

"Two. Of your men assaulted me whilst I was bathing. Have knights really sunk to such depths in the Empire?"

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