Cyrdic trudged through the forest tirelessly, eyes dead set on what lay ahead of them. It was hard to tell where the path led, but a ruined tower would not have been his first guess. Then again, it wasn't too farfetched of a thing to spot out in the Drakwald. "Probably made by pioneers, or upstart landowners. I wouldn't be surprised if a giant knocked this thing down, or maybe the Dragon we saw, many years ago." 

Cyrdic breathed in through his nose, and realized this well might be their last stand. It had looked like that more than he cared to admit in his life, but unless Sigmar had a miracle up his sleeve, or the Beastman herd had been considerably thinned. 

He made his way up to the tower, and hauled himself above the broken wall with his powerful upper body. He would help Camilla up as well if she wished it, and Cyrdic began dropping his weapons and gear so he could more easily stack up the fallen stones before the entrances. His granite-like muscles moved with a methodical workmanship that a Dwarf would be proud of (certainly wouldn't be proud of the stonework, by Grungi!). 

"How's our pistols?" He asked her, not looking up from his work until he was done. "Loaded?"
[@Penny]