Cyrdic was about to speak, before Camilla squeezed his thigh and he promptly zipped his lips. He supposed this truly wasn't the time to argue, and though he was much better rested than he had been in many days, he still felt too tired to argue any further. He let them both go, and decided to finish his meal in peace. He ate his fill, and drank plenty of water. As much as he enjoyed the cider, he was parched for water and must have drank a gallon. 

After that, he outfitted himself and stuffed his treasures into his pockets, and then checked the sharpness of his sword. He still marveled at its keen edge, and then sheathed it again. He felt as if he and Camilla would need to leave soon, despite what he said earlier. Maybe it was the food that kept his mind rooted, but Chaos had its sights on the castle and he didn't feel right keeping the vial here. 

Of course, that was when the horn sounded. Cyrdic's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out into the courtyard and onto the battlements just in time to see Camilla and Gilderoy make it back across the draw bridge. 

"Thank you, Sigmar, Ulric, and Taal," he breathed, running a hand through his hair. 

His relief was short-lived however, and he didn't need the pulsing of his sword to tell him that. The trees in the sunlight looked like great archways that led into a dark nightmarish realm, and that vision had merit when ominous shapes soon appeared from within. Some were man sized, others head and shoulders taller, and many in between. Beastmen and Chaos Champions, along with barbarians so muscled they perhaps overmatched Cyrdic's bulk. 

Men hustled to the battlements along the walls, ranged weapons loaded and strung. Swordmen, Axemen, and Halberdeirs gathered their arms in the square behind the outer walls. None of them had yet realized their Templar Commander had not joined them, but had ridden straight past. A few Templars were on the walls, but most of them look much less weathered than Gilderoy. 
[@Penny]