Cyrdic had noticed the ethereal woman, too. He leaned over closer to Camilla to get a better look, before a meeting he couldn't have anticipated transpired almost too quickly for him to grasp, and in all honesty it happened so fast Cyrdic wasn't sure he was comfortable with it. Not to say he didn't trust Camilla and her judgements on who to befriend, but still. 

To say Cyrdic was nonplussed would be an understatement. He had heard Camilla whisper enough Tilean to where he was beginning to not feel completely lost if he heard it, but he had caught less than half of their conversation before they began to speak in Reikspeil. 

When the hand was thrust out for him to shake, he glanced at a bewildered but otherwise happy Camilla, and he decided he wouldn't be the jealous type. "Lucky," Cyrdic replied honestly. Images of the past few months and all of the times they saved one another passed through his head. Cyrdic's handshake was strong, and this Tilean shook his hand to match his strength. If Cyrdic didn't know any better, he would have felt the man didn't want to be shown up in any way. He certainly had the look of someone with an ego. 

"It's good to meet a friend of Camilla's" The Northman said and finished the handshake, sitting down next to his companion once more. He smiled, letting Ricardo know he was fine to sit with them. "So what brings you to Marienburg?" He asked, taking one of the closed bottles on the ground (probably knocked off by the Kislevites), popping off the cork to begin and refill their glasses, and fill Riccardo's up if he gestured for it. 

The lack of howling from his sword helped keep Cyrdic somewhat at ease. No Chaos taint anywhere near here. Just a rowdy tavern in a bustling city, he told himself...
[@Penny]