Friedrich Zoller found himself in a peculiar position. While it was far from the first time he stared down the barrel of a pistol at someone, it was very rarely he was in the reverse situation. And both at the same time, well that was positively unique.
Friedrich looked up, so the brim of his hat no longer covered his blue eyes and uttered the full weight of what his brain could grasp at the moment.
"You are pointing a gun at me".
The man with the shaven head did not flinch nor smile.
"You are correct, sir" he answered.
There was no real reply to that, so Friedrich wisely said nothing. He did his best to look dangerous, but found his attempts thwarted by the mere act of trying. The shaven-headed man on the other side seemed to do it naturally and Friedrich found himself strangely envious of him.
Slightly before Friedrich had gathered the courage to try a scowl the door behind him opened (most likely a blessing) and a man with a crossbow slung over his shoulder entered the rickety house. With fluid movements that betrayed his experience, Friedrich took a quick step to the side, never leaving the shaven-headed man with his first pistol, pulled a second and pointed it at the face of the new entrant, cocking it in one swift motion.
The man stopped dead in his track with a surprisingly blank expression on his face.
"Reinhardt?" the man called softly to the shaven-headed man. "This man is pointing a gun at me."
A small smile entered the shaven-headed man's face, proving him at least not devoid of emotions, easing Friederich's mood somewhat. If he can be humored, he can be beaten.
"You, uh, you're Reinhardt Schwartz, correct?" he said to the shaven-headed man, turning to the other one and continuing: "And you are Johann von Rimmer if His Holiness gave me the right name."
An eternal moment passed, then another and a third. But after that one the man known as Reinhardt uncocked his pistol, prompting Friedrich to do the same with his guns (although never completely letting go of one, you never know with Witch Hunters, even when you are one yourself) and stood slightly more at ease.
"Yes, I am Reinhardt Schwartz, Witch Hunter and Templar of Sigmar. And that is indeed Johann the Noble, same vocation. Who, my good man, would you be?" the shaven-headed Reinhardt declared politely.
"I am here, uh, I was sent by, uhm, see, the Grand Theogonist…" Friedrich tried to get the words out but they seemed to stick to the upper part of his mouth, like the unfermented bread he sometimes had to rely on. He shook his head and started over.
"I am Friedrich Zoller, Witch Hunter, recently promoted to captain by His Holiness the Grand Theogonist. I have a charter and a mission and you have no witches. I have come to ask you to join me in the City of the Damned to hunt those who would harm holy Sigmar and flay them, lash them and ultimately burn them. This task is too great for me by myself but together…" A smile bared itself on Freidrich Zollers lips, something like how cats would smile if they could. "Together, we could immolate the heathens and heretics and their foul brethren as were they simple dry wood. Would you join me in this undertaking, Reinhardt Schwartz and Johann von Rimmer?"
Reinhardt turned his head to Johann, who was nodding vigorously.
"Well then," the shaven man said, matter-of-factly, "Which way is Mordheim?"