Muffled calls of 'casting off!' were heard in the background as Cyrdic and Camilla soaked in the barge they'd be spending the next week on. 

It was larger than the [i]Imperial Pride[/i], and made for river defense. But as noted from earlier, no true guns and very little in the way of defense other than manpower. Cyrdic then took the liberty of gazing at the crew, both merc and sailor. True enough, they didn't look particularly impressive, but he could tell some of the men were experienced by the way they carried themselves, and their ragged looks could be deceiving. He'd certainly seen worse men at the helm of the ship or with a sword in hand.

Cyrdic nodded for Camilla and he to head up top, and they stepped up the creaking steps of the ship to its castle to see what are there they could sleep in. He felt a tinge of disappointment he and Camilla couldn't have a private place to sleep. They had just gotten past their awkward and confusing feelings, and it didn't sit right with him that he couldn't spend more time with her. But, they were on guard duty. He supposed it was good fortune there'd be less distractions when concerning that, for the sake of the job. 

Now that he was up at the height of the barge castle, he could see far down the river as the ship set sail. Wind billowed, tossing his hair back as he gazed at the forested riverlands they were about to traverse westward.

"Keeping a lookout, eh?" Reiner called from down below to Cyrdic. The Ostlander couldn't tell if he was having a go at him, or being serious. "Good thinking! Never know what you're going to find out here. But I'm fairly certain we're safe in the harbor."

"Oui, très impressionnant," one of the mustached mercenaries who was making his bed muttered in Brettonian, and the sarcasm in his voice was not lost on Cyrdic. 

He ignored them mostly, iron eyes gilded in the sunlight. He stood vigilant and alert like a hunting wolf. 
[@Penny]