Cyrdic had missed Camilla's gaze, but there was no way he could miss the bottle. She'd thrust it into his face just when he donned the cloak. He blinked, and grabbed it. He'd never had the money for Tilean wine, so why not try it? The rugged soldier took a swig, and the drink caressed his taste buds with what he perceived to be the far off land his companion hailed from. "Tasty," he admitted. "Not as strong as I'm used to. But I'll say this much." He smiled. "I can't imagine something better for barge travel." 

The next day or so was relaxing. It was almost unnerving to him, having been traveling the countryside to fight for the Baron of Ostland, and then surviving both his escape of said Baron, and the middle mountains. It seemed a bit too easy for him the first day. Though as the second dragged on, he began to feel himself relax. If only he and Camilla could speak to each other without feigning identities, it would have been 'lovely.' A word as foreign to him as Araby. 

He'd just finished a meal on the 2nd day when the excitement happened, and he was nearly yanked off the Barge from the sudden stop. "That's more like it," he muttered sarcastically. It was one thing after another, he guessed. Still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't made for this kind of life. His muscled arms had gripped the side railing, holding him in place for the most part as the barge had jerked.

The barge halted and drifted in a short spin, drifting close enough to the huge wall of flame that Cyrdic could feel the heat from it. "Ulfric's beard, Captain!" he called to Schmitt, the man barking orders now turning to Cyrdic. "We need to send some dingies out to help them!" 

Schmitt halted for a moment, but only a moment. "Good man, Reiner. My men are beholden elsewhere, but if you find a few willing, Grab a few of the lads and head out there to help! You're on your own until I can secure the ship to shore." 
[@Penny]