Cyrdic was glad they both had at least gotten some rest. He donned his soldier's garb and followed Camilla, strapping his shield on his back and sheathing his sword on his hip. He knew they wouldn't exactly be serving breakfast at this hour, but he was certain they'd allow the sergeant and the Marchioness into their foodstuffs. It just took some convincing of the guards to let them through and into the stash.

In the dinnerhall, Cyrdic kicked the door open, his arms filled with food along with apples, ham, good talabheim jerky Cyrdic wanted Camilla to try, along with bread and cheese. He brought a jug of wine and water too. The soldier looked pretty comical carrying all of that and managing to balance it, and he set it all down on the table before Camilla. With that, he plopped his rump onto the chair next to her and began to serve himself. 

"As much as I hate to say it, we should stay here awhile longer," he said. "I haven't gotten a good layout of the castle and I want to leave through a lesser door. Or, maybe we could wait until there's an attack by the Beastmen. But I'd hate to leave these soldiers without helping them." 

He didn't exactly know what to do, so he stuffed his face instead. He spoke with his mouth full next. "But maybe that's the only way. I just trust stout castle walls rather than none when we're fighting Chaos. Either way we'll need to. They're after both of us."
[@Penny]