Trust her? He barely knew her, and their few interactions had been filled with mystery, deception, and egos clashing. Trusting her with his life was not something Trent was keen on doing. Still the men did not seem happy so he was left with little choice. He kept his mouth shut, left his weapons on the boat, and followed wherever they were led. He listened to Sveta speak in a foreign tongue, and then he picked up the words Lu Ling.<br/><br/>When the man he assumed to be this Lu Ling came out a bad vibe ran through Trent. He didn't like the look of him in the least, his presence and aura gave off a very negative vibe. He felt like they were going to be betrayed any moment and now that he was weaponless Trent truely feared for their survival. He was a master with the sword, he had cut down swaths of soldiers before, and gone toe to toe with monstrous freaks of nature. Without his sword though the task grew infinitely more difficult.<br/><br/>It would do no good to lash out though, it would only serve to anger their hosts and likely get himself and Sveta killed. Trent gad heard her cleanly when she muttered after being given no choice but to accept Ling's offer to get a hot bath and eat some food. "Fucking son of a bitch." He muttered as he continued to follow Ling to where the baths awaited them. They were motioned inside where two women were already preparing baths for them.<br/><br/>The shelter from the downpour of rain was nice. The sky continued to light up with flashes and the sound of thunder rolled deep throughout. Trent just shook his head as he whispered to Sveta. "I hope you have a plan to get us out of this mess. I have a bad feeling about ding a ling mish ing lu back there." He had butchered the Commander's name, intentionally to an extent.