Cyrdic had pressed forward like the draft-horse he was often compared to on campaign, eyes steeled and youthful visage grim against the weather. He wasn't as agile as the beauty he traveled with, but he had steady feet and kept to it best he could through the uneven crags and torrents of water spilling down the mountains around them. His thoughts were more concerned with keeping course, and keeping his companion safe. 

Not out of any feelings or desires any man might have with Camilla. [i]I'll need to get used to calling her that[/i], he thought. Sigmar knew he thought she was pretty, but it wasn't that... He had almost grinned when she insisted on him referring to her as her name. It made him feel like he was actually traveling with a comrade rather than the damsel she seemed. At the end of the day, that was what mattered. He was a military man, and he looked after his comrades. 

He was broken out of his staunch reverie by her screaming his name, and whirled, expecting danger. It took him a moment to calm and realize what she'd found. He approached through the soaked, broken rocks and found himself standing next to her, looking at a strange device. "Stand back!" he roared over the maelstrom, and felt along the stone work around what he guessed was a pipe. He'd seen a few used for sewage in the few cities he'd visited. 

His callused hands rubbed along the coarse stonework, until they ran over something smooth and intricate. Immediately he traced along it, bending down to see where it would lead. His vision was blurred by the rain, but he felt he could see what looked like a design upon the rock, moving left. He sidestepped and followed it, approaching the next bluff. He halted before he made it to the jutting rock. The sudden stop made his feet skid over the stone ground below, but he caught himself on an outstretched stone. He grabbed it automatically, and to his surprise, the stone held for only a moment. Then the weight of his hand sent it hanging limply from the mountain like a broken branch. 

"What in the hell?" He muttered, before a torrent of water from above gushed over him, drenching him as if he had just submerged into a pool. He was temporarily blinded, and did not see the door before him initially open. Once he wiped his eyes and hair, the broad shouldered Imperial was starring at a dimly lit corridor, uniform in design, with ornate carvings and designs laid about in patterns within. He didn't even think, and turned to pull Camilla in with him, stepping into the stuffy, but very dry shelter they now had. 
[@Penny]