Cyrdic felt Camilla's delicate hand on his shoulder, and moments later he tilted his head and closed his eyes as she massaged him, allowing a small smile on his face. Her fingers eased the tension out of his frame, and as she smiled impishly behind him, it was as if he read her mind because other thoughts began to drift into his own head. Unbeknownst to some, the infamous pair were lovers when they actually had time to relax. Unfortunately, they often did not have that luxury, and this was one of those times. The cold, the strained muscles, and the unknown wilderness were enough to keep them focused on survival above all. 

"Wake me if you need me. I won't sleep long," he promised her, and he set himself off the stone to find a relatively flat spot, wrapping his furs around his torso and resting his head along his muscled arm. 

When morning dawned and Cyrdic saw Camilla arise, he tossed her the sausage and she deftly caught it as he expected. The Ostlander already had his in his mouth, like a hound who'd just been given a treat to savor. To Cyrdic the white stillness of the woods was a sight he had seen multiple times in his life, and yet he still appreciated its beauty. He wondered how Camilla found it.

About an hour later, they had crested the hill that hid the village of Kennenburg. Cyrdic took a long swig of his waterskin, and handed it to Camilla for her to drink as he took in the view. Down below, the town was a veritable island of civilization in the midst of rock and sparse trees, planted along one of the vast rolling hills that made up the whole of the westerlands. Smoke wafted lazily from small townhouses that were planted ubiquitously between shops and pens where the odd animal resided, most being within the stables to stave off the cold. 

"A quaint little place." Camilla remarked, her accent giving her words the sound of 'Ay qu-aint leetal place.' "Not very protected. Are there beastmen here?" 

"Most are east of here, in the Drakwald." He said to the Tilean. After a beat, he finished with. "But probably. I've been here once before, years ago."

Unfortunately they had no real bounties or loot in weeks, and they only had small savings with which to live off of. Once they had discovered a vast treasure in the Middle Mountains, uncovered while being hopelessly involved in a war of territory between Night Goblins and the mythical Skaven. Now, they had none of what they had taken still with them, other than a bejeweled crown that Camilla fancied, and to be sold in emergencies. 

Luckily, small townships like this were not too expensive, and were more apt to trade rather than charge. 

Passing through the limits of the settlement, they could see a few people pulling cattle out of their pens to take outside, and a man with a cauliflower nose smoking a pipe on a chair, heavily clad in a winter coat. The folk here were stocky and hardy like their reikland cousins, but still merely men in the face of harsh winters and brigands. 

They managed to find the Inn, aptly labeled '[i]Traveler's Rest[/i].'   
[@Penny]