A brief swelling of pride filled Augustus, annoyed at the thought of someone else taking charge of the situation, but he let it subside. Above all else, he was logical. If he were playing the part of a minor noble, there wasn't much use in trying to take charge like a crown prince.  The risk to his life was far to great at the moment to let something as silly as pride rule his actions. Besides...

He looked over the Cold One and the woman-knight once more. Sure, Augustus had received the best training available in the kingdom and had no fear of facing an armed opponent, but those two at least appeared to have seen plenty of actual combat. It would probably be wisest, given the current situation. As much as he loathed to admit it, Keisser had always been the one suited for leading the army. Augusted lacked his... [i]natural[/i] talent for it.

"[color=ff4000]Agreed. The longer we linger the longer we're going to be stuck... Wherever it is we are. I don't know about the rest of you, but that doesn't feel safe.[/color]"

There did seem to be a certain malice in the air, or perhaps in the walls. Whatever the reason they had been gathered here he suspected it wasn't a pleasant one. Especially considering the fact that they were all armed. Just what was their purpose here?

With no answers forthcoming he shrugged, falling into line behind the Cold One. It didn't look like there were many "healers" to pair up with, so he instead went with one of the warriors. He may not be able to patch up the man's wounds, but he could pick off a weakened attacker before they could get a strike in. In theory. Aside from that, despite being as standoffish as the warrior was, he was the only one that had gained any trust from Augustus. The cold logic was something he could understand.

If his trust was misplaced, it would only mean his death. Right?