[h1]Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm[/h1]

As soon as Lauren was in the air, something certainly not timed for the middle of her comment, Artorius was back in Ben's right hand. He had turned in the same movement to scan the environment behind him, looking to make sure that nothing crept up on him while he was alone. Which, frankly, he almost expected. Things had been too peaceful since the swarm in the first hall, and their adversaries seemed just opportunistic enough to wait for one of them to be isolated. He didn't see any, but he could still hear the pervasive sound of their movements from all around. The sound had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel a little edgy. He was more than happy enough to ignore Lauren's remarks when she spoke up, since it meant he didn't have to linger on the stairs alone.

It did raise another problem, though.

"Just saying," He commented, slipping Artorius back into its holster and getting a grip on the lowered chain. "That I'd really appreciate not being dropped. Good to go when you guys are."