A brief smile flickers across Tymor's face at the mortals words. He marks the face, and pictures the flayed skin adorning his plate.<em>Later, perhaps ...</em><br/><br/>He considers telling the warn about the threat following along behind them, but dismisses the idea almost immediately. If the guards are alert, they may prove useful in weakening his enemies. If they die, they may at least weaken the other group first. Once he chooses to become involved, if he saves this mistress, she owes him a debt. If they all die, well, then the generator is the spoils.<br/><br/>He mentally nods in satisfaction and follows along, mapping out the terrain, seeking out ambush sites for later.