Cyrdic shook his head, smiling wide. "The only thing that's too much is the girl wearing them, and I wouldn't have it any other way." he said. The Ostlander seemed to be the only one that wasn't breathless at the sight of her, but the truth was he had just gotten better at hiding it. Much like how he hid his fear during battle, or when faced with chaotic magics. He tried to straighten his jerkin, but it was a bit off around his shoulders. Camilla approached and tugged at it for him, fixing it almost immediately. Oleg snorted. 

"Well, you both look the part I must say." he said, patting his belly. "And I am hungry. Everything is as it should be, it seems. Now! One last thing I must pay an expenditure on is your ride. You need to go there in a bit of style, yes?" 

"Our ride?" 

Hours later, Cyrdic regretted listening to Oleg with a will. His pants, though soldierly to an aristocrat, did not do well on the Kislevite horse he was riding. Camilla rode a mare next to him of similar class, much more gracefully. He had never been fond on riding horses. He had forgotten just how good his lover was at it. They seemed to have too much ease and strength for such a light steed. The Kislevites truly were born horsemen to control a steed like these. "I don't see how anyone could ride in these clothes." He said softly as they trotted across the cobbled street. Even in the nicer part of Praag, the devilish architecture loomed over them with a a near malevolent aura. 

"Having trouble?" Camilla asked lightly, though her horse still wasn't completely under her control. 

"I just don't like riding." 

Camilla gave an impish smile that Cyrdic caught, and he rolled his eyes. "You're better looking than the horse." Camilla laughed at that and replied with. "I theenk they are pretty mounts." 

After a few more uncomfortable minutes, almost nearly running over a middle-aged couple, the two made it to the Hussar's Hooves. A glorious establishment made of stone, with wooden and silver trimming to give it an archiac, legendary look. There was also no grotesque statues, with the only figure being a life sized Hussar carved at the front of the two-way, curved walkway that lead into the tavern. Inside, the fire promised warmth and good food. Cyrdic could smell the fine meals out here. 

Now they just needed to find the stabled and dismount, something Cyrdic doubted he could do without falling on his ass. 
[@Penny]