"It's a debt I owe," Cyrdic said, having planted himself on one of the larger stone. He had taken his boots and sword off, along with his Norscan shield. The way he wielded the round shield and the bastard sword, they seemed light. But when he placed them down, Camilla could hear the reverberating 'clunks' against the stone. As he spoke, he stripped off his cloak and furs, revealing his upper body's warrior physique. 

With broad shoulders and powerful arms, his torso was both lean and yet thickly muscled. Along his tanned skin were scars he had received from across the old world, His strong hands hovered above the fire to keep them warm. "Karl served with me on my second Campaign." He explained. He had made and lost many friends in the army, and he categorized them by which Campaigns they served in with him. "It was Karl, me, and his cousin Gunter on the shores of Nordland when we were hit by a raid. A Norscan party had come round the mountain and over the dried riverbed in the night and attacked us. That night Karl saved my life from a Norscan Warsword, though that wasn't why I recall it." 

Cyrdic placed another stick in the fire, trying not to imagine the crackle of the flames as breaking bone. "Gunter died during the fight, from the witchery of a Shaman of the Dark powers." The Ostlander's jaw clenched, and he looked away from the flames as if to avoid a memory, instead looking to his companion. "A story had gone around camp of one of the Norscan heroes of old having fought for Asavar Kul during the last War of Chaos, invading Nordland's shore along the Sea of Claws. Magnus the Pious slew him on his way back toward Altdorf, and the Champion's followers buried him along with all of their treasure somewhere along the coast. When Gunter was struck by the spell, he grabbed Karl and whispered something to him, even as he bled from his eyes. Karl told me that Gunter's last words were of the tomb." 

A howl echoed across the blanket of wind outside, and it took Cyrdic a moment to realize it was his sword when Camilla didn't react. He grabbed the hilt instinctively, and the hackles along the back of his neck stood on end. "I told Karl that even if it were true, those were the mutterings of the enemy. He claimed he would find Gunter there. I made him swear by Sigmar and Ulric he wouldn't try to find it but..." He shook his head, earthy brown hair swaying lightly. "I just need to make sure he's safe.
[@Penny]