Cyrdic let out a breath, doing his best to relax himself. He certainly was in his element, but he told himself he shouldn't get too used to the idea. He and Camilla would only be here for another week, and then...he didn't know. He had never been to Altdorf, truth be told. His father had told him of the city, and he had read of it, but nothing else. 

He placed his hands on his hips, ordering the men to relax for a bit and eat as Camilla walked up. He gave her a nod of agreement. "The Drakwald is more dangerous than the forest we fled through over a month ago," he told her. His eyes, grey as iron, met hers. He'd wished he and Camilla had some time to spend together before the troops had fled. He felt a jumble of emotions sometimes when he looked at her, as if something wasn't finished yet. The one time he'd professed feelings for her, they'd both been tired out of their minds. Not for the first time did he feel inadequate compared to the kind of person she could be with, but as usual, he shook the feelings and worries away stubbornly. 

This was the Drakwald, and it wouldn't do to daydream or ponder. "Just stick close to me. Or better yet, I'll stick close to the wagon." He said, giving her a reassuring grin. 

"Excuse me," Captain Holman said, approaching from the troops to stand before Camilla and Cyrdic. Beside him was a man even skinnier than he, and much shorter. He had on odd looking spectacles, and Cyrdic wondered why they had brought such a man along this dangerous journey. 

"Yes, Captain?" Cyrdic asked. 

"I'd like you to take special watch over herr Olden here. He has something very special to present to the engineering school at Altdorf, and his survival is of paramount importance." Holman said, and merely waited for Cyrdic to accept before he shoved the short man toward both Cyrdic and Camilla. 
[@Penny]