Cyrdic thanked the hammer that his sword was magically crafted, for only runic blades could be unaffected by such rough treatment. He stabbed it into the stone as he moved, his bulk and treatment would have ruined any other sword. 

He and Camilla stumbled into the left hall, the only illumination guiding their way through the rustic, crudely carved passageways was broken bits of ceiling that held starlight. Apart from passing an archaic sealed ossuary every few paces, the halls were closer to barrows. Cyrdic remembered exploring some small ones not unlike this in his childhood, his early exploits giving him a sense of pride. Of course now he realized they were small and for old locals, and they were within a mile of Hasselhund. He would not dare disturb these tombs. 

The hall abruptly ended, with the paths splitting left and right. On a hunch, Cyrdic went left, practically dragging Camilla with him. Dust filled the air, and though he didn't cough loudly, it echoed down the corridor. They took another right, and this hallway was nearly pitch dark before they made it to the next, which held scattered, ubiquitous light. As they turned into it, they saw a deadend, with small hole, dug at an angle at the end of the hallway. Camilla tugged him forward. "Ve can go, Cydric." She breathed. 

But the sergeant saw that the hole was small, and it would require some time to climb. As she pulled on his arm again, Cyrdic held himself still. He lifted himself up to his own two feet, though it took a consieerable force of will. He could feel his body ache like it was made of scar tissue. He shook his head. 

"You go." He said. He didn't even look at her to see her expression, whether angry or confused. The chittering echoed across the halls, as well as a bestial roar that shook the two mercenaries, though due to the architecture, there was no telling how close they were. But Cyrdic had just slain one of his oldest friends, and saw another fuse with an warrior of Chaos. The chaos visions he had received... he'd rather die a different way. And though he knew what he wanted to say, the words stuck in his mouth. 

With a shake of his head. "Climb out, Camilla." He told her, hefting his sword as he turned to face where they had come. "Flee southwards. Go as far as you can and find somewhere you'll be happy. Just go." Cyrdic's breathing was labored. He wouldn't last a minute against a horde of the vermin. Even if he was in prime health, the chittering sounded overwhelming. He turned his head and gave her a stoic look. But his eyes glistened. 
[@Penny]