Ah, the assassin. What was she doing here? He had taken out his phone again when the others had approached, showing the result of the photo to Marlene. Quick reading was not his specialty with only one eye to scan with.

Ignoring the first of the comments, he looked over to Bene, arching the visible eyebrow at his stammering. Now, however, was not the time to ask if all was well. That would come later. "No worries," he said easily, turning his attention to Anais, glancing again at Lynea before back to the paladin. "Gym, then. Vallinar and I will go in first," he said, putting his phone away again. "We can worry about drinks later."

Unconsciously he moved forward, keeping Marlene to his right as he'd grown used to doing. If the assassin was here, she'd do as she pleased, he was sure, so he ignored her and let her do just that. It was a miracle so few others had shown up.

The ground vibrated uneasily, and the vines seemed just as like to dart away as attack, impeding their progress and having to be hacked away so that they could move. He nearly lost his sword to one particularly grumpy looking plant, but it seemed even plants were susceptible to elbows to the face.

Good day so far, in his books.