<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I never even knew there were tunnels underneath the city.." Ragnar murmured under his breath, taking the rear of the group, brushing his fingers against the cool stone while they made their way down the tunnel. The evidence of the torch, knowing at least some people survived, helped reignite some of the brute's spirit as he held on tightly to faith, hoping his circle of close friends were safe. His head snapped up upon hearing the men's shouting once they reached the open cavern. He reached up to grip the handle of his blade, eyeing the two men warily; however, he immediately released his grip, slowly lowering his hand to his side once he recognized one of the men. Ragnar occasionally shared a drink or two with the armoured male at the local tavern. From the back of the group, he nodded in the direction of the male.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn slowed her pace, falling back to walk beside Ragnar. She kicked the side of his leg, her foot striking against the steel plate, creating a faint echo in the cavern. Brynn kicked him to avert the brute's focus from the people surrounding the campsite, she could tell his motives, silently watching as his cobalt eyes scanned the masses searchingly. "Later." Brynn told him flatly once he glanced over at her puzzled.</div></span>