Judis travelled down the catwalks, and past all the prisoners that were hiding, holding their doors shut, or running for their lives. He found Blair's cell, and grabbed the lock. Slamming his hammer down, he busted the lock off, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. The door swung shut behind him, and he looked over his shoulder, as one of the tamers that was following him put up a makeshift curtain against the bars. He listened to him walk off, then looked over at Blair, narrowing his eyes slightly.<br/><br/>He threw the busted padlock on the bed next to her, and slipped his hammer back into its place on his armour. He drew something from his pouch, and threw it down on her bed next to the padlock. It was a replacement lock - thicker and tougher than the one she'd just had. He eyed her knife for a moment, then looked to her eyes. His hands remained by his side, showing he didn't come here to do something he'd need to defend himself over, or need a weapon for. Although, he had killed without weapons before.