John
"I prefer to detach. I don't pretend its any better... But a knife is just... Gruesome."

*She walked forward, the Markynaz following behind them.*

"Any... Special plans?"
Bernice
"I have a feeling what we're looking for is in the vault those orcs were talking about. Likely well guarded, most definitely trapped, and probably under lock and key." He says, "So let's get the key from however has it. Likely the leader of this group."
John
"I am confident our friend from the Deadlands can handle most of it."

*She nodded at the dremora, and he walked down the hallway menacingly dragging his battleaxe.*