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Lance nodded, letting the Princess lead the way through the underground "streets" of the city and towards the inn. He had some questions as well, but would hold off until they were in a private location. For now, he kept silent and kept a wary eye out on people who may be approaching for not so honorable reasons. He never drew his sword during the walk, but he knew he could whip it out in the blink of an eye if he had to.

He would occasionally glance forward to Elizabeth or backwards to Zion, making sure they weren't under distress from any silent attacks. Elizabeth has a cool, collected, but tense stance about her while Zion was quite nonchalant about the ordeal. The Guardian wondered if that was a front or if he really didn't have any concern about The Dragon Watch or the Aschen. Her didn't exactly have a good read on what Zion was thinking in that telekinetic mind of his.

They reached the inn, the smell of mildew penetrating his senses before anything else. He made no face, but wrinkled his nose slightly. It wasn't designed to be clean, he knew. Factors like that went out the window when people made underground cities to survive from an apocalypse. Nor was it designed to be comfortable. Simple and functional.

They entered the room and Lance's question was answered before it even left his mouth. Thankfully, they seemed like they weren't linked with the Shadow Legion he'd encountered in the Silver Palace, but it was just another concern to deal with on top of that, he figured.

He was transparent in his answer to Kanwar's question, "She sent me because she couldn't go herself. I think she wanted to tell you something herself. Something about the Champion of Light?"