Cyrdic tied the rope to his waist for extra security, scolding himself for letting his emotions get the better of him as Ricardo and Camilla's silhouettes stood together across the expanse. With a slight leap, he sailed forward. The feeling of his weight at the end of the rope on his waist and his arm wasn't a comfortable feeling. He wasn't a lumbering giant, but he was powerfully framed and larger than the Tileans. He let out an audible sigh as he landed next to them, unfastening the rope. 

As they gazed down at the complex, Cyrdic snorted at the gaudy men walking around. Sigmar knew he didn't understand fashion, but even to him that was just an odd sight. The defenses looked well formed, however. 

Once a plan was figured out, Cyrdic warmed at the squeeze from Camilla. "You got this," he said with a smile, and watched her shimmy over expertly. This time, he didn't comment when Ricardo marveled at her. He decided that was best, particularly during such a dangerous mission. 

"I can manage," Cyrdic said bluntly. He might not be as nimble as them, nor as light. But he wasn't hefty either, his waist leaner than his chest. He could lift his body weight quite easily, and as long as he favored his less injured shoulder, he felt confident of it. "I'll go next." He said, making sure all of his weapons and gear were fastened tightly, before making his way onto the rope. Ignoring the sense of weight, and not looking down, Cyrdic was slow going. 

But he was steady, and managed to crawl across the large expanse with ne'er a complaint, though the shifting of the rope in the wind was testing his reserve. 
[@Penny]