Vinadine picked up her pace as Lennart had decided to move the group along, finishing the awkward silence that had followed the guards rush past – and in the case of the priestess, through her – them. The severed head still in hand, she walked beside the gentleman warrior, eyes looking ahead as they walked into what must have been the war quarter, for weapon smiths and training dummies lined the inlets and grounds of the large section. Warriors in training hacking away with both real and fake weapons, some engaging huge abominations, in what she would have thought was mock fighting, but that didn't seem right, considering the nature of her kind.<br/><br/>She was just happy she was finally getting about to her gear, she was desperate now to get out of this, casting a glance back at those in tow, she tried to read the faces of her companions, each as hard and mysterious as the next. For many different reason, she had a feeling that Lennart was as 'normal' a person she was going to find, undeath aside ofcourse.<br/><br/>“thanks again for helping..” she mumbled, trying herself to wish the silence away, shame her voice just wasn't strong enough to really help with that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>