Cyrdic snorted at Camilla's comment, and shook his head at the man for not having taken the quip for what it was. Muscled arms crossed, he turned around and gazed back at the streets Altdorf. He regretted them not having time to explore the capital of the Empire, but duty was duty, after all. [i]Or I guess it's 'business is business' now that I sell my sword[/i], he thought wryly. 

Cyrdic was certain he and Camilla could sit here for days hearing Bonhoff pontificate over all of their free company's procedures, but they had a city to go to. "Well, now that we're here maybe the lad could swab the deck as we set sail, eh?" 

He wasn't a stranger to rough treatment for younger recruits. He'd been on the shit end of that philosophy more than once, and had used it on younger troops himself. But an hour seemed like it must have taught this young kid a lesson. Cyrdic knew the main deterrent for failing again was how you've lost the respect of your fellow soldiers, anyway. Rather than the punishment that was given. 

"So anxious to go, are you?" Bonhoff said, hacking a wet laugh that ended with him spitting off the ship. 

"Captain!" Cyrdic called outloud, his voice full of strength and control. It echoed along the enclosed space of this side of the docks. "Are we going to go or should I grow a beard first?" 
[@Penny]