The stately Knight stopped in his tracks when he was confronted by the fiery but alluring form of Hilde. He seemed to stumble over his next words as she demanded to know the manner of he and his men. "Frauline..." he said, holding his hands out wide in a disarming fashion. "Did they hurt you? I simply wanted them to find out if you had prior knowledge of the witch that resides here under my supervision." 

He drew himself a bit more, though he was still subtly effected by her manner and style. The man would have fooled many and seemed in charge by every respect. But he clearly hadn't meant to bump into her at such a place and in such a state. His mind was also fairly preoccupied with Cerdic's conversation, as well as the project they were currently enacting. [i]Sigmar preserve me, do things get complicated.[/i] 

"That and, I was to inquire upon the nature of your relationship with Sergeant Reiner." he continued, using simply the name Isolde had given him as a test. "These are suspicious times, my lady. You cannot blame me for questioning how you and he could survive in a forest crawling with Chaos spawn."

[hr]

Cerdic felt intensely tired, both physically and mentally. But he wouldn't be an effective soldier if he hadn't learned to suppress such weary feelings long ago. It seems he had a date with a certain woman whom he was apparently fast friends with. He stalked the halls in his haggard, albeit semi-washed state, before a soldier found him and escorted him to where the woman Isolde was now presiding. 

She sat at a dinner table in her small, spartan chambers. He stepped into the room, the torchlight dancing off his rugged skin. Cerdic glanced back at the soldier that had led him in, indicating that he could leave now or get a rough punch for his nosiness. The man glared, but simply turned and departed out of the room. The fresh smell of cooked pork reached Cerdic's nostrils, and he turned to Isolde. "We meet again." he said dryly. 
[@Austronaut]