While they didn't necessarily have the privacy Cyrdic or Camilla wanted (something they had been lacking for weeks now), Cyrdic was content with holding her as they tried to find what sleep they may. His broad chest rising and falling, swelling against her deceptively delicate back as his arms held her. However, despite the proximity of his closest companion, he couldn't remember the dreams he was having of softer beds and the very same woman- 

"Get up manling!" A harsh whisper was dribbled into his ear, and a strong hand shaking his shoulder with an urgency that belied danger. Cyrdic felt himself slowly awaken, and then all at once. His eyes shot open, and he cleared his throat. "What?" He began to ask, only for Skaldi to shush him, and place his broad hand over Camilla's mouth as she came to. Cyrdic could see (and feel) her reaching for her dagger instinctively until she realized it was Skaldi doing the waking. 

"What?" Cyrdic mouthed. 

The torches were now doused, though a bit of light from a tunnel behind them gave him some vision to go by. The other companions were now being awoken by Ivan and his fellow Kislevite. Konrad nearly hit Boris before he realized what he was doing. 

"We must go, now." Skaldi said under his breath. "There is a Dawi-Zharr patrol deeper within the caves, with a score or more Grobi slaves. It's late morning, we're due to leave already." With a strength that was beyond even the Dwarf's formidable muscles, he helped lift Cyrdic to his feet before the Ostland Mercenary's senses returned and he took to standing himself, helping Camilla up in turn and grabbing his sword. 

Suddenly, in the distance he heard grunts, and a deep, harsh language that seemed a vile take on the Khazalid he would hear Skaldi mutter. He felt a fool for not hearing it earlier, and he cursed himself under his breath. "What?" Camilla asked, confused. Cyrdic supposed it was only his keen ears that could pick up the faint echoes off the walls. "Skaldi's right, we have to go." Cyrdic confirmed as a light erupted before them, Dietrichia holding up a ball of light that shined like a star to guide them. 

"While you lot were lazing about, I found an exit." Skaldi said. "Not too steep, cept for maybe the witch." Cyrdic shook his head. 'Not steep' to Skaldi might well be a verticle drop. It was when an Orcish roar of pain echoed off the walls that the others suddenly spun in anxious fear, now realizing just how true Skaldi and Cyrdic's warnings were. 

The Dwarf sped off, Cyrdic pulling Camilla in that direction as the others followed swiftly behind, having hastily picked up what items they could. But they couldn't find every single bit of crumb or torch they had left in the dark. Their small camp would be discovered before long. Luckily, Skaldi merely needed to lead them through two curvaceous tunnels before they abruptly found the sun, piercing their vision and causing Cyrdic to race his thick forearm over his eyes.

Once his vision adjusted, the view was both beautiful and daunting. Beneath the cavern entrance was a rocky slope that lead downwards for probably a thousand feet. On the horizon, mountains that mirrored the ones they were one stood in the distance, cutting into the sky. The edge of the DarkLands, which while visible, was very many miles away. Between there and here was a jagged, barren, and harsh landscape of rock, almost reddish in hue. But it was not the lack of green that baffled Cyrdic, nor the active volcanoes that seemed to sprout up out of the ground every two dozen miles. 

To the south, Cyrdic saw something he did not think was possible. A skeleton rose up, half buried within the tainted earth of the land. The remains of a great beast that stretched for miles. If he had to guess, and he could not truly appreciate significance of the measurement at the moment, it looked as large as Marienburg. "By Sigmar's Hammer." He breathed.   
[@Penny]