He grinned at her, and he patted her on the head. Not in a dismissive way, but in a warm way. "I've seen you duel. Not half bad, honestly. That and your morale? You'll make a fine adventurer, I'd say." He said. He didn't mention the Damsel part, because he thought she played that part quite well. Though whether he was quiet because it might either offend her, or him not wanting to admit he was attracted to her, he didn't rightly know. Didn't matter anyway. She certainly had the spirit for this dangerous road. 

As the fire glowed, Cyrdic sat down opposite of Camilla. He often kept quiet when he wasn't barking orders or giving snappy comebacks to fellow troops. He took the time to gaze around the room. Elven work was something else. Dwarf was utilitarian, but ornate. Human work varied, depending on the province. These sculptures flowed and twisted with a barely perceptible grace, far beyond human craftsmanship. He briefly wondered if they used witchery to carve the statues and desks. The stories of Elves capturing his countrymen for slaves brought a spark of anger in his visage for a moment.

"Hmmm?" He replied, his ears twitching from the unexpected question like a hound. One muscled arm rested over a raised knee, the other leg out, his free arm resting on his lap. Until he reached up to his face once again, to brush a finger along scars both old and new. "Well, apart from my helping you, I don't think they'd welcome back a soldier that failed to protect the Baron's son. It was my duty and I failed. I...I'm local to Ostland. But I've been around. Sometimes the Baron sends us to aid provinces he wants to make nice with." 

His thoughts drifted, and he found his brown eyes lingering on the fire as well. In the flames, he saw spurts of blood as his memory took hold of him. "I've fought the Northern Barbarian's twice. The Chaos dogs from across the sea. Norscans. First time was in Nordland, and the second time at home on the coast. It's how I got the shield," he said, and patted the robust round shield lain next to him. "But I'm sure my stories would bore you." 

His eyes left the fire and fell on her, the flames dancing on his eyes. "Do all people speak like you in Tilea?" He asked bluntly. Cyrdic's queries often sounded like he was questioning people in a challenging way. Perhaps Camilla would be used to it by now (or simply think it was an Ostlander thing) but it was just how he spoke. He never meant to seem too rough. "How did you come by Ostland? Do you have a home in Tilea?" Suddenly, the thought crossed his mind. "Is that why you're heading south with me? To head home?"
[@Penny]