He nodded. "It's what comrades do," he said. As she began to strip down, he casually looked away, before his eyes were drawn toward a runic bastard sword that leaned against the far wall. It called to him, almost. It looked unlike an Elven blade, but it wasn't Dwarf either, or at least its design was not. Why was this here? Somehow, he felt as if he was meant to have it, and he strode over to grip its handle, carved in the likeness of twin Wolves. "Besides, if you hadn't have done that, we might not have found this place." 

He gave the large blade a practice swing. It was surprisingly light and balanced in his hands. He didn't feel like parting with his old Broadsword just yet, but...he felt like he should take this weapon. He looped the blade's scabbard around his shoulder and under his arm, and then went to filling his coat and pant's pockets with gold and jewels. Cyrdic felt only slightly weighed down, but not enough to impede his movements. He placed various bejeweled necklaces upon his neck, and then found a small elven crown, with a sapphire at its center. He jokingly placed it atop Camilla's head, nodding in satisfaction. 

"If you want my coat, let me know," he told her. He was about to speak further, when screeches echoed from above them. Cyrdic froze, and he could not tell if it was the beastmen or the Goblins. He swiftly grabbed the brand from the pile of Gold, and placed a finger to his lips as he inched his way toward the side of the room. He heard an immense grunt from above them, and realized it was the Troll. It must have been the greenskins. 

Cyrdic felt along the doorway, and placed his hand upon it, applying pressure. There was a small groan, but it didn't budge. He felt confident he could cleave through it, but not without announcing their presence here. There was a lock at the door's center. Cyrdic glanced Camilla's way to see if she had any ideas. 
[@Penny]