Cyrdic felt intense sympathy for both Camilla and the young boys. He met Camilla's eyes, and gave her a nod. His look told her to be strong, and she was doing all that she needed to do. "Boys," he said suddenly, and headed over to them. He placed his hand on the younger one's shoulder. 

It was an odd thing. Cyrdic might not act like it, but he was still quite young himself. It was his powerful voice, and the scars, that made him stand out. That, and being a personal guest to the Graf and an adventurer didn't hurt. "Good job. You two should be proud." he said, bolstering them in their time of mourning. "Now, one of you get the lady her ink and pen, and the other set up a pair of baths. There'll be good coin in it for you." His reassuring smile got them to their feet as much as the clear order he had given. 

And then, the 'older brother' figure turned into a wrathful soldier of the empire, his eyes grimly set on the captured man. "Get up," he growled, grabbing the man by the shirt and lifting him up. As the young men went off to do their duties, the big man now saw his chance to break free, and attempted to shove Cyrdic to the ground. 

The Ostlander sidestepped and kicked the legs out from under him, anticipating the move. He smacked into the wooden planks of the floor, until Cyrdic lifted him back up and slugged him. "You think I've never dealt with prisoners before?" he said, gripping the man's arms in an iron grip and shoving him into an empty room. Before he strode in there, he told Camilla to write the letter and not to worry about the prisoner. He'd deal with him. 

A few hard punches, and a broken finger later, the man looked ready to break down. Still tied and bound, only his gag had been removed. 

"Alright! Alright!" he cried after his nose had been broken. Cyrdic wiped the blood off his knuckles. "Talk, or your neck breaks next."

Camilla entered the room as he said it, and Cyrdic casually asked if the bath was ready. 
[@Penny]