Iano grinned at his friend. He took the time to fully appreciate her, and the handy work of his nails. Sh was truelly a sightto behold to the Tindra A kindred soul, and goddess of destruction in her own right. At her question short and inquisitive he merely smiled. His lips curled into a smile. So eager to spill blood, just like him. He opened the door and waited for her to follow before he made his way to the mess hall. The Tindra had light, almost soundless steps as he made his way past fellow member and one or two servants. Some wwondered where he got the scars, other jsut chuckled. Some wuld seemingly  throw him angry looks, men who were less fortunate or who wore armor that had failed to protect them at all times.<br/><br/><br/>“Yes. From what I hear we are to move out today.” Iano spoke with a soft drawl to Lin as he vanquished the last of his weariness form the body with a stretch of his arms. He had taken the time to buckle on his leather before leaving as well, in case they had to move quickly from the bastion. As he peered into the hall he saw things he liked. New people, and the Templar. With no real care for anyone else but his new targets he cross the hall.<br/><br/>“Sun blesses your faces this Morning.” He spoke with a cheeky grin as he approached the temple. He eyed both the dwarf and the cleric. Tywo he knew from earlier. And of course the massive lug of muscle and plate. He afforded him the biggest smile before turning to the other men. The Sargent he remembered from watching him train. His dicipline reminded him of his mentor. The new one, the new one had a crossbow. That was all he knew. He was glad it wasn't going to be aimed at him.<br/><br/>“I see we are hungry Miss Dwarf” he chided, producing a chease from a nearby tray and taking a bite.<br/><br/>“I overheard my Mentor yesterday. We are being deplyoed at the border town of Kalkas. Apparently the Countess have dispatched light cavalry and a whole battalion of skirmish militia to try and cut the northern trade route.”  He spoke with little interst for the details. To him all that matters was the battle.