Cerdic chewed his food and raised his brow as he listened to her, doing his best to appear as if he was interested. His interest wasn't entirely faux, for this enchanting woman seemed to be a born actor and he enjoyed watching her pull the wool over the men like they were idiots. Granted, they just might be idiots anyway. 

Her foot sliding up his leg brought a raised eyebrow and a parting of his lips, unsure of how to react until she showed him the message. He was a tad more educated than the average soldier, so he could read that just fine. He didn't have the right words in his head to send a message back in that fashion however. He'd only been the Quartermaster's apprentice for a short while after all. He gave her a wink and a nod. 

He realized as he tried to figure out another message to send that he was already getting quite tired of the lies and intrigue here. He was no fool, and he'd often been mistaken as such by high class louts. But the past 5 years, the biggest deceptions he had to pull off was feinting with his sword, or creating an ambush at the tree line to bring bandits and Beastman to justice. He was out of his element here. 

"I have to say I've missed your voice." he said. "I know you're being treated well, but you're also far from home. Rest easy knowing you have me as a [i]friend[/i]." His raised his brows to put emphasis on the word 'friend'. "Perhaps you'll meet an acquaintance of mine here as well. She's a younger pistolier named Hilde. I haven't known her long, but I trust her. I'm sure you'll become fast friends." 

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Belgar placed his armored hand atop the sorcerous war machine. This hellcannon had been forged deep within the Chaos wastes and traveled countless miles to extend the interests of the Changer of Ways. It was so warm he could feel the heat of it from within his gauntlet, as if it was a living being. Perhaps the heat was generated by the Demon that had inhabited the very metal itself.

"You'll not live past tomorrow." the bloodied ranger spat, his body hanging from arms already broken like twigs. Beastman held him up, their spittle sliding down their great maws and their hunger evident. Suddenly, the Tzeentch Chosen saw a flash at the very edge of his vision. The man and woman from earlier...a sense of foreboding followed. 

Belgar turned to look at the dying man, his eyes glowed red like hell fire. "You, huntsman, will power this great machine with your blood." the champion promised. "How does it feel to give your soul to the Gods of Chaos?" The man could not answer, for his throat was slit with a jagged knife, and only blood and froth could leave his lips as he fell into darkness. 
[@Austronaut]