Augor began to make his way back into the entrance hall, steadily, if a little slowly. He still felt quite faint, but could feel his strength returning to his arms.<br/><br/>He heard footsteps behind him, and someone calling his name so he turned, and came face to face with the marksman he'd noticed outside before. He seemed trustworthy enough, so Augor gave him a grin.<br/><br/>Augor noticed the outstretched hand, but kept his arms by his side.<br/><br/>"No offense, neighbour, but sometimes I don't know my own strength. I've been known to..., well..., I'm sure you'd rather keep that hand."