Mynxa looks at him. Clinging now to the back of his shirt. Not wanting him to leave her behind. She nods her head. Following him closely. She was almost pressed into his back yet at the same time wasn't. He led the way and she willingly followed. Her eyes filled with confusion and she wonders why he drew a sword. Was he going to get hurt? She didn't want her releaser to get hurt. She would help him should he need the aid of added power. Or even of her power over all the aspects of power.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Brandon scowls. "What took you so long? Pissing or just fucking around again? What brings you here? Find some treasure. For your sake you best be handing it over." he says in a violent almost psychotic way.</span><br/>Mynxa looks up at the back of her friend and savior. He didn't have any treasure...did he?