Cyrdic felt much better having reported in, and gave the Chamberlain a stiff, respectful bow to make the Reikland Greatswords proud. With that, he and Camilla were escorted to the guest rooms by a shuffling chamber maid who couldn't seem to keep herself from complaining. He thought her lucky that they were here and not some uptight noble from Nuln or Brettonia proper. 

Once they made it to the rooms, Cyrdic smelled the food and it made his mouth water. But the young soldier decided he needed to change first, and he headed into one changing room, dressing himself with the stoic determindeness of a grim Dwarf settling a grudge. Once he was finished, he turned and gazed at his lean, muscled frame in the mirror. Tilting his head, he decided to make his hair a tad more unkempt, but that was it. Camilla had done well with the Middenland fashion. Cyrdic looked much like a northern lord from the tales. Rugged, young, noble, yet with a hint of barbaric ferocity. All he needed was a wolf cloak and he'd fit the part. The large and ornate wolf hilted sword at his hip certainly helped.

Satisfied with the outfit, he strode out into the center room. Cyrdic looked around, and saw no servants, and no Camilla as of yet. Shrugging, he began to dig into the food. The hard muscles of his abdomen felt a bit weak at not having eaten for awhile, and he greedily ate some of the cheese, and even found a bit of ham to chew on. He did his best not to get any of it on his clothes, and succeeded to his satisfaction. He'd hate his companion's good taste to be ruined by his eating habits. 

He had just decided to eat some grapes when Camilla strode out and asked him what he thought. He nearly chocked on the grape that was sliding down his throat, and indeed he coughed, bumping a fist against his chest. She looked like a mix between Tilean royalty and a Corsair Queen, and truth be told, the normally blunt soldier had no words. 

He cleared his throat. "...Wow..." he breathed. Realizing he was slack jawed, he swiftly changed the subject. "You look good, I think. We can uh...-have you eaten yet? The grapes are good." 

[i]Sigmar, I'm speaking nonsense[/i]. "You ready to go?" he asked, and stiffly held his arm out.
[@Penny]