"Beastmen aren't coordinated, but they'll attack anything if they got enough numbers on their side. Chaos doesn't abide by logic. They're like greenskins in a way, only more depraved." Cyrdic said, stabbing a knife into some sausage and lifting the whole thing up to his mouth. His cheeks were filled with it when Gilderoy walked in. The Knight's disapproving comments made Cyrdic seem almost guilty of some crime he had no idea he committed. Perhaps this was a special sausage? 

He chugged down some cider, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and cleared his throat. "Sir Gilderoy," he said, drawing the Knight's attention. "The lady could not sleep, and I thought to accompany her here so we could discuss various things while we ate." The Knight went to speak, but Cyrdic pipped in with "it was at her insistence" which was all technically true. He often hated lying, even to a pompous Templar Commander like Gilderoy. 

"I see," Gilderoy said, idly wiping his sleeves with a bit of cloth. There was something about his eyes that seemed off putting, and it wasn't just sleep deprivation. Cyrdic would not believe it was Chaos taint, and his sword was not howling in his mind, so that must not have been it. It took him a long moment to realize the man looked positively insane with that glint. Cyrdic had met a Dwarf slayer once on campaign, a berserker with a look not dissimilar to Gilderoy's right now. He huffed. "Sometimes women are a bit too headstrong." 

"Sir Gilderoy, you look like you could use some rest." 

"I've been manning the walls." He said, unconvincingly. "And seeing to personal affairs within the castle. Chaos does not sleep, why should I when the dark powers lurk?" 

"A good policy, herr Commander. But all of the same, we cannot have you leading the men if you're not rested..."
[@Penny]