He accepted back his bow and quiver and slung them over his back, but kept his ax in hand before handing the key ring over to Gerald. “I have no idea what waits for us on the other side of those doors” he then looked up toward them. “But there is only one real way to find out” so he hiked the ax over his shoulder and approached the doors waiting for Gerald to find the right key. “You’re not my king but in situations like this there can only be one leader. When we go through the doors you are it because it is your Queen after all.”<br/><br/>Koreshian tucked his hand ax back into his belt then and used a rag he produced to wipe the blood from his chest. He refused the powder of course but the bleeding seemed to be stopping. That made sense really when one had seen his disdain of magic.<br/>