Valeander glanced back as the woman pulled her hand free, casting an impatient, slightly irritated glance her way. It turned into a frown a split second later as his reply died on his lips. The bodyguard apparently had sharper eyes than his charge, but that didn't mean this was lost yet; there was no way he could tell where the trolless had gone, beyond the flight of stairs they'd all scaled, and with some luck, he might be able to throw the Forsaken off.<br/><br/>"You are forgiven your interruption. You'll have to excuse me in kind, though, as I'm not about to allow you to barge into my room like an oaf. The lady, of course, speaks for herself." At that, he took a hold of the handle and turned, opening the door a crack, no more. An expectant look landed on the bodyguard; Valeander might not be fond of crude words, but his eyes quite clearly spelled "Get out of my face, you worthless creature."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>