Back with the Bandits

[Hemlocke]

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He had continued walking through the corridor, posture shifting slightly as the crimson beam of light that lit the dark hall shifted to look back at the sounds of clanking boots, Heinrich's disposition had put it in his mind that she wasn't a threat, and yet that never shook that paranoid feeling that death was merely two steps forward at any given time. Once the woman had arrived at his side, he was forced to look slightly upward due to the height difference, though he didn't shift his posture or tilt his head to do so, giving him a rather pissed off look as the eyes were hidden partially by the furrowed brows. A once-over was given as she mentioned not having a better suit, before his eyes turned forward again as the tunnel began opening up into a much larger, properly lit room with many off-shooting tunnels just like the one they had emerged from. In this moment it would be difficult to discern whether the stares were for Hemlocke or for Heinrich, heavy armor wasn't too odd of a sight, but her particular type certainly was a first time for most of the common rabble.

Hemlocke had began moving toward a rather large set of stairs up and downward into what seemed like an even larger room than they were currently in, aligning more with the stairs upward. As they left the hangar her ship was now in, Hemlocke gave a motion back to it to a few rogues sitting on and around a stack of crates, they watched him briefly, looking rather pissed off that their game was interrupted and moved to the hangar her odin resided in to do whatever that motion meant to them. Another short answer was given, the disinterest with all the noise around him was painted on his face in a moody scowl.

"We're going to my chambers."

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