Cyrdic had sat up, but he'd remained speechless. The scarred young fighting man was at a loss at what to say. Not in all of his life had he seen a fraction of this wealth. He could buy an estate in Reikland. He could...he could buy all of Nordland or Ostland, or barter his way into lordship. He honestly didn't know what he would do with this. He never thought he'd find riches in his lifetime. 

He heard the clinking of Camilla approaching him. He shook his head. Cyrdic couldn't think right now. He reached forward and picked up a ruby the size of his fist, so polished he could see his own reflection. "Take what we can," he said. Not that it would be much, but hell, a small amount of this would keep them while they tried to find work. "We'll find a way out. We can look around. Worst comes to worst I'll boost you up top. But first..." 

He turned to her. "Are you hurt? What happened?" He asked her. He was too bewildered to question her harshly. They'd just been through hell. He felt more than a few stinging cuts on him from the brawl he'd just been in. He reached up and grabbed a coin that had been stuck in his hair, looking at it more closely for a moment before facing Camilla again. 

Briefly, he appreciated the landscape of a foreign beauty amid a king's treasure. It still seemed more like a dream, one he was the odd one in. It fitted more in a hero's tale. He was an outlaw now, by the measure of his home province. But old habits died hard, and his Ostland, bullheaded personality flooded back into him and he remembered they weren't out of here yet. Grabbing a few trinkets along the way would be ideal, but as long as they were both ok, he'd find a way out of here if he had to carve through rock. 

Past Camilla, there looked to be a closed doorway, away from the immense vault doors. Maybe they could break through that. It didn't look like it was made of stone. 
[@Penny]