Cyrdic was somewhat confused at first. He was simply suggesting they do what Camilla had always cautioned him to do, which was adhere to the local custom so as not to cause too much of a stir. Cyrdic had notions of martial honor in an Imperial way, to his regiment, to the Emperor, and to Sigmar, but he had never fought over a woman before, at least for the "honor" of it. But when Camilla had scoffed at it, he dropped it. As long as they were together, he felt secure about it no matter what dandy in a suit of armor had to say about it. 

"We shouldn't use the inner halls." Cyrdic said as they stalked down the Long Gallery, moving as quietly as they could. 

Camilla seemed to agree, seeing the wisdom in running into as few people as possible. "No no, we go up them." she said, twiddling her middle and pointer fingers as if they were two legs running up a steep incline. 

It occurred to Cyrdic just how crazy this would be not four years ago. Running headlong into an intensely horrifying castle, against the customs and wishes of their hosts for nothing but likely a bag of coin that would only last them until the next time they would risk their lives. But now, it was only a brief thought of "might as well." Slinking through the halls, Cyrdic had to yank Camilla into a corner once or twice to avoid passing Knights and Yeoman, but soon they were as far north as they could go within the castle. 

A small corridor led to one of the outer walls on the second level, and they opened the heavy, iron bound door of oak to preview what it looked like outside. The sun was high and there were only a few large clouds drifting across the horizon. The courtyard below held Knights speaking to one another in haughty voices, and two fought in mock combat using blunted sword. No sign of Beaumont or the Lord Baron, or Melisende for that matter. If Camilla and Cyrdic could stay low and hug the parapets, they could make it to the next section of wall where another Porte-cochère stood leading into the third level, though it was likely manned. 

They crouched and moved, having fought together so often that they didn't even require hand signals to communicate when to stop and continue as a sentryman above on the opposite wall made his rounds. Once they arrived at the outcropping of the wall where the Porte-cochère stood, they found a small corner where they would not be seen behind the architecture. 

Cyrdic knelt down, with his hands cupped, indicating Camilla go up first. 
[@Penny]