Cedar gladly reclaimed his clothes and boots-- then set about washing the remaining bits of muck (and filth, from the way he came in) from his extremities before re-clothing himself.

"[color=7bcdc8]Nice ta get my clothes back on--[/color]" he murmured. "[color=7bcdc8]Nasty way in though-- an' I JUST had a bath![/color]" He frowned in that inscrutable way he did when displeased. 

He turned to face Matilda.

"[color=7bcdc8]Looks like 'is place is all cleared out a'eady.  Shame-- I werent none too sure if'n there was bastards in 'ere stills er not-- Spent a good hour planting surprises for em, if'n they was... Had jus' gotten all clean from walkin' the marsh all in muf fur for disguise reasons, when Henri said ya was in here aready.  Glad ta see ain't no harm done... Lesee what the dumbshits lef' fer us.[/color]"

Reclaiming his walking stick and leaning on it in his usual manner, he began his own inspection of the room he and Matilda were in.