"I wish there was some way we could be alone..." Cerdic said, almost unable to look away from the woman's dark eyes once they settled upon his own. She nodded, never taking her eyes off his own. "If only..." she breathed. Her desperation for escape sounded very much like her wanting to get more intimate with Cerdic, and he was confused with which she meant at this particular moment. 

As if they were in a play, he drew his hand back. "Alas, excuse me a moment." The Sergeant drew himself to his full height, standing up from the table. "Duty calls." He strode over to the Men-At-Arms standing watch. The man regarded him as Cerdic approached. "My good man, would you know where the privy is?" The soldier looked at him incredulously, then shrugged and opened his mouth to answer. 

Cerdic punched him in the throat, and tore the man's helmet off him, before bashing the man's helmet against his head. It knocked him out cold. "Bastard!" Cerdic heard from the side, but the Sergeant was already in motion, and he kicked the flat of the guard's blade even as he began to draw it, knocking him to the wall and hitting him as well with the helmet he had stolen, before flinging the man to the ground. 

"Sigmar..." Cerdic breathed, then went over to pick up his broadsword he had unfastened from his belt by order of his 'hosts.' He grabbed the key to Isolde's bindings from the downed soldier. Behind him, he heard a relieved sigh and silky words. "I'm quite impressed, though I didn't think you would be so blunt in your attack. Thank you, though. Honestly I-" 

He turned, and almost casually his swordblade rested against the flesh of her neck. Her words were cut off and her face a mask of confusion. "First of all, I meant it when I said I was your friend. But know this...know that my trust now is not something I take lightly. If I regret our 'friendship' later down the line, then you shall as well." The promise of his words were evident in his eyes. A moment later, he softened and drew the sword away from her, tossing her the key to her binding. "That being said, what in Sigmar's name is going on here?" 

It was at that moment they heard the faint crack of a pistol. 
[@Austronaut]