Cyrdic gave a bow to Boris Todbringer, and saluted his Ostland kin. While he was technically free now, he would never announce his return to Ostland if he ever did return. Though he wasn't against the idea, at some point. There were many places the Count did not view at all times, and Cyrdic believed he might still have a living father there, somewhere. 

He smiled despite the sting of her smoothing her hand over his wound. "You know, I think the Corsair look works for you." he joked, his grin sly and wide. "I knew we'd win. We'd gone through too much not to." 

"And what is it you two shall do now?" Boris asked, his voice a bit more on a personal level. He seemed curious, and Cyrdic slipped his arm around Camilla's waist, turning to Boris. "Well...do you know of anyone who needs a couple of sellswords?" 

"I offer you a noble title and you choose to keep fighting?" he asked, and Cyrdic nodded. Boris smiled. "I like you two more and more. Worry not, you'll be welcome back in Middenheim whenever you see fit, and the title and estate is on the table. As for a job, there are a few Reiklanders transporting some goods to Altdorf that need all of the men they can get. The Drakwald's dangerous this time of year, though nothing you cannot handle I'm sure." 

Cyrdic turned to Camilla. Even fighting in Nosrcan territory, Cyrdic respected just how dangerous the Drakwald was. But he wasn't about to back down. "Sound good to you?" 
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