The Knights at the table raised eyebrows, and Sir Gilderoy's face grew so hard it looked carved from stone. He sipped his wine, eyeing Camilla for a moment before placing his cup down with an audible 'clink.' "I see you're a very determined woman when it comes to gratitude...very well," He waved a servant over, and spoke to him curtly. "See if the new soldier would like to dine with us these evening." 

The servant knelt in acceptance, and then hurried off to fulfill the order. Moving through the stoned halls filled with tapestries and furnished with dusty armor, he made his way to the lower levels where the rooms were more spartan in nature, though still furnished and relatively comfortable. The servant had been the one to show Cyrdic his room, so he knew just where the soldier was. He knocked on the door. 

"Herr Becker?" he called. But there was no answer. He tried several more times, and then deigned to look inside by cracking the door, before pushing it fully open. The soldier's shield and armor were in here, as was an empty, stained plate of food he had likewise consumed, but Cyrdic was not there. He went back to report to Gilderoy that he was nowhere to be found. 
[hr] 

Cyrdic strode along the battlements of the fort, for nothing better than to get a feel of the defenses. His sword was at his hip, the carved and engraved hilt for all the soldiers to see. Along the walls were a varied group of men. Reikland and Ostland crossbowmen, with Talabheim longbowmen, and various riflemen from all over the empire. It seemed the Knights of the Red Sun were thorough in their recruitment. 

The towering trees hid nothing, from all he could tell. Oh he imagined hundreds of beastmen and chaos spawn were out there. But even when he stopped along a parapet and gazed hard into the mist, he could see nothing but the fact that he missed hearing Camilla's exotic accent. He let out a low growl at the intrusive thought, swiftly moving along and heading down the stairs of the back wall. His bath had been relaxing, but it had been cold, and he supposed this was as good a time as any to rest a bit in his room, just missing the servant by minutes.

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"A tragedy," Gilderoy replied mockingly, when he heard of Cyrdic's absence. He was obviously relieved, the Knight not used to sharing such fine food with a common soldier. He was also increasingly annoyed that this ravishing Tilean seemed to be more interested in that brute of a man. "Worry not, my dear. Our company is surely-" 

"Oh," a voice said, causing all eyes to turn to the side door of the dining hall. Cyrdic's head poked in, having gotten lost back to his room. He spotted Camilla, and gave her a smile before giving a bow as he backed up. "My apologies, I must have gotten lost..." 
[@Penny]