As Yantz was practically flushed out of the Inn to see what was going on, Cyrdic and Camilla had gone to visit Oleg at his residence, after Cyrdic had made sure Konrad would halt his drinking for the day. The Greatsword had reluctantly agreed, and Skaldi had given his Dwarfish Oath that he'd keep an eye on the soldier as they went to fetch their new clothing. Cyrdic had only really worn expensive finery at Middenheim, and he had forgotten how much of a to do it was. 

Needless to say it took most of the morning for Cyrdic and Camilla to be measured and the thread resewn to fit them snuggly, and that was after they had picked their colors and fabrics. The two had been ushered off into separate rooms while they were fitted and dressed, and Cyrdic was entirely uncomfortable throughout the whole experience, as men and women he had never met essentially displayed him in his underwear as they spoke of his clothing. Finally they found something both they and Cyrdic could agree on. 

Stepping out of the room was like leaving a room filled with warpstone, and he instantly felt better. A servant informed him that Camilla was still within her room. Cyrdic, stepping out of his room, shaved and styled to a point, thanked the servant. The merc had on an overcoat of burgundy with earthy thread, under which was a tanned tunic over a white linen shirt. His belt was made of new, shined leather with a bronze belt buckle in the sign of the hammer, and though his trousers were poofier than he cared for, they fit well. Oddly enough, he had not seen Camilla for some hours and he felt like they were ushered to different areas as if they were being dressed before their wedding. [b]Gods[/b], that was a thought that hadn't occurred to him yet. Would that ever be something she would want? Did he? He loved her and wanted no other, but that seemed like a large to-do. The thought made him more nervous than he thought it would. 

"Sir," a coarse voice from the side drew his attention, and Cyrdic turned to face a man that rivaled his stature, something he wasn't used to with anyone but Ivan. Bornhald gave a bow, and beckoned him come forward. "A man ferh you at tha duar sir." After taking a moment to understand the brute's speech, Cyrdic gave a nod in thanks and passed him to make his way downstairs into the shop. The common shop had been closed as of this day, though Yantz seemed to have had no trouble getting in. 

"Well, what is it?" Cyrdic asked him. 

Yantz snickered, glancing at the Ostlander's clothes. "Please don't punish me, m'lord. I'll tell you right away, I will." 

When it became apparent Cyrdic wouldn't joke back, Yantz shook his head and continued. He held up the note and tossed it to Cyrdic. "The blasted witch herself doesn't know, or care to tell why this is dated tomorrow or the combination. Only that you'll know later tonight, and tomorrow both I and the others need to be ready...for some thrice poxed thing we don't yet know." He sounded annoyed, and Cyrdic didn't blame him. "Mages," they sighed in unison, just as Oleg popped out of the back. 

"Ah, by Ursun you look conservative but marvelous, my young friend." The merchant commented, pleased with himself at how it turned out. "You'll certainly look the part of a Boyar noble. How does it feel?" 

"It moves well," Cyrdic said with a light tone to his voice, not wanting to be rude to the fellow who's dime this suit was on. He even gave a smile to him. The clicking of footsteps announced Camilla's arrival down the stairs, and as always her presence caused everyone's jaw to drop. 
[@Penny]