He took a moment to enjoy seeing his opposite in action, carefully stowing ever bit of information away he could, before he entered the manor with a loud crash of wood and glass. He paused, suddenly homesick at the sound of rapid gunfire, deeper and louder than he was used to, but it still sounded like what he thought a 'proper' battlefield should. He shook his head, and charged, noting the noise meant at least some of the dwarves were still alive and fighting, and sent that to Frost.<em>You push to the Brotherhood, gonna save some of the locals first before linking up wherever you tell me to.</em>