Cyrdic had been fighting, running, screaming, and now was following the cavalry with the archer scouts that had followed the flanks of the horsemen. Needless to say, he was on his knees when they made it inside the fort's gates. He swayed and nearly swooned, before pointing to the peasant woman to fetch him some water as well with a rough order. He had quite the barbaric look about him, and the woman skittered over to follow his request, much to the chagrin of Gilderoy, who eyed the woman murderously. 

A man richly dressed with the fashionable clothes of a scribe strolled out of one of the back doors. He carried a quill and parchment with the same sense of duty as a man might wield a sword, his nose up in the air for all to gaze upon. "Herr Garmmenn" Commander Egling said, dismounting his horse. A ruddy faced young squire who looked normal in every way save him missing one arm, was already leading the charger away with his remaining hand. "Report. What has she found about the cargo?"

The man halted, and haughtily eyed a dripping Cyrdic, who was currently guzzling a bucket of water, soaking his broad chest as half of the bucket's contents spilled down his body. "Speak!" Gilbrecht ordered, drawing Vitus Garmmen's gaze back to his superior officer. "My Lord, it seems the...specimens are healthy, and the time is almost nigh. However, there are a few complications."

"Very good. Meet me in the great hall within the hour." he said, his hands behind his back and his armored chest out. "Yes, my Lord." the scribe said, giving a bow before making his way back inside. The Commander turned and waved to Cyrdic. "See to it this...Imperial soldier is given food and a bed." he ordered. Two servant men hustled out and motioned for Cyrdic to follow. Cyrdic shook his head as Gilderoy began to offer Camilla a proposition.

"Have you dined, marchioness?" he asked her. Cyrdic blinked, and thought for a moment. He hadn't been paying much attention earlier when Boris had said they were getting titles. He never thought he would get one, so it had slipped his mind they'd been provided until just then. At least Camilla deserved it, he thought.

"I'll stay with her," Cyrdic said. "Just allow me and her to bathe." 

"What?" the Knight asked incredulously at his word choice. Cyrdic narrowed his eyes. "Well...just let me bathe, and her bathe, and I can grab some food, perhaps." 

"You fought bravely soldier," Gilderoy said, diplomatically. "But Sergeants don't dine in the great hall. You'll receive fine food shortly." 

Cyrdic left a lingering gaze on Camilla, and nodded. "I'll be in my room." he said aloud, and went to see about that bath. 
[@Penny]