Augor followed Kall in, and sat down opposite, cradling his axe in his big arms. He looked up at Kall, who was asking...something. With all the excitement, his head was clouded, and he needed to prepare himself for what was coming...whatever that might be.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, and began to intone an ancient minotaur battle rite, intended to calm the mind, and focus the body. The meaning of the words was lost on Augor, but he had been taught it as a child, and it had a soothing effect on him. He was still aware of what was going on around him, but only dimly.<br/><br/>All doubt was erased from his mind. As a simple creature, he didn't deal in the complexities that others seemed to. He understood only one thing at this point. He was here to follow Saber, and would die to fulfill those orders if it was necessary. And if anyone, friend or foe, got in the way...<br/><br/>He shook his head, now was not the time for such thoughts. He opened his eyes, and waited for instructions.