Brannor loathed within himself the notion of being spied upon, a deeply rooted instinct not lacking in man or beast. He took in it for what fortune it provided, that they had another sword - or rather hand it seemed - pledged to them. Either the man's simple trappings were a disguise or he was just as he appeared. One way or another, mattering little to the objective's ends, his demeanor and sense of apparent honor suggested he was some sort of mystic or even a scholar, albeit one unaccustomed to this place. Brannor was not one to speak about that matter as he himself had not the faintest as to what protocol was to be used here.

If they wished a sword of the wild world's pledge against these foul creatures, they had it. A mutual enemy and a friend in the darkness was better than being alone and facing a far worse battle owing to it.

"Good." The warrior remarked, hearing the man and Orchid converse. 

Having nothing else to add, his stare shared itself briefly with the governor and provided a nod, dismissing himself entirely this time and pausing no further as he passed by Hurrik. This "Brightwood" however, owing to some sort of temple or enclave it seemed by title, disappeared as well just as quickly as he had invited himself to the meeting; Orchid had too, but in what seemed ever eager anticipation for battle to come.

Moving into the keep, he sought out much needed food... 

Hunger was an unwise enemy to battle.

[@Phoenix][@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher]