Henry nodded, though that was more to himself than to anyone else. He figured that this Blade could not get him in a worse situation than the bard had gotten himself in hundred times, including now. And also, this was his best chance to leave this place unpunished for a crime he did not do. Though, his injured leg could be counted as a punishment. He nodded again, this time with approval in his eyes.

"Alright. Though, I want to get back my hat and my lute from those guards" - he told the Blade and smiled mysteriously - "Oh, and if I'm to fight something I will need to get my spear back. Otherwise, I'm not much of a fight to a Daedra. " Henry then thought for a moment and quickly added "Unless they are afraid of singing Imperials. I could sing them to death, for sure."

As Henry finished his speech, the Blade started ascending the steps and invited everyone to follow him. Since Henry had nothing better to do, he started following him, limping with every step.