They posted what kindling they had among the small cavern they found themselves in and made torches to give a calm, hearth-like light to the small resting area. Skaldi had gone into the next cavern, searching for Mushrooms as the group found places to comfortably sit or sleep for the night, though many of them found themselves too tired to sleep. 

Ivan and Boris had taken to Konrad, inviting him over for a few war stories and encouraging him to join in their boasting. Ivan gave Cyrdic a wink, and the normally grim sergeant grinned in amusement, knowing that a second reason they had busied Konrad was so that he and Camilla could spend a few scant hours together somewhat alone before the group had to move again. 

The Witch had gathered her skirts and had made a small pile of clothing to sleep on, clearly a bit too cultured to have enjoyed such travel the past week. At first it seemed as if she had attempted to invoke an incantation, but she had been either too tired or not in the mood, or perhaps something had been interfering with her magic within the caves, so she gave up and began to try and find some sleep. Yantz mostly kept to himself, though his eyes subtly explored the two women they had in their group, until his gaze met Cyrdic's, and the man decided it was best to find some sleep. Cyrdic knew his type. He did not mean any harm, but hard men on Campaign or hired swords often took what pleasures they could, and more often than not paid for company. 

Cyrdic and Camilla had found a small nook to sit within, relatively in the dark and behind a few stalactites but still within the same greater chamber. Wordlessly, the sergeant took off his ruined furs and placed them down for Camilla to use to gain some bit of comfort. "Give it a few more days, we'll be back in the lands of men," he said to her. As he spoke, he realized that he had now gone beyond what the maps of the Empire designated as the ends of the world, and yet still they had not seen the wastes proper. Briefly, he was scared that the Chaos magics had messed with time, as he had heard such wild stories when he was younger, that time flowed differently. But Dietrichia would have told them if that were so, and the fear ebbed away. 

How was old he now? He had turned 27 this past winter, but they had moved so often he couldn't recall the exact date. He wondered if his father and mother were still in Ostland, or his younger siblings. He couldn't remember how many he had. His mother had been pregnant when he had left for the army. "Doesn't matter," he breathed, drawing a look from Camilla. He lifted his brows, youth returning to his face for a moment as he looked somewhat embarrassed. "Nothing," he said with a smile. 

His equipment leaned upon a large rock next to the couple, as did Camilla's. Their two swords laying beside one another, as if drawn together by some unknown string of fate or magic influence. He took one long look at the two blades, and then turned to Camilla. He couldn't help himself, and he pulled her into a sincere hug, before holding her at arms length. "Don't ever scare me like that again." He told her. 

Scaring him and getting them both into trouble was what she did best, but the Chaos wastes were pushing it. He brushed some hair out of her eyes. "By Taal, I missed you." He said, chuckling, though his mirth soon died and instead, there was a tenderness to his eyes. "I truly did."
[@Penny]