Brad slowly blinked, forcing himself to focus on Nathaniel's words. Climb the stairs up or down. To the crowds above or the library below. Brad was relieved to pick up on Nathaniel leaning one way; he wasn't one for making too many decisions on his own. "[color=aba000]Right, that's probably tha right idea.[/color]" He even allowed himself a weak laugh. "[color=aba000]Granma always said[/color] '[color=ed1c24]Tha higha ya go, tha harda ya fall.[/color]'"

He left out another one of Granma's sayings: '[color=ed1c24]If ya go down with someone, ya go closa ta hell.[/color]' Admittedly, that likely wasn't in regards to this kind of situation.

Pushing himself off the wall and standing back to his full height, he looked down at Nathaniel. He didn't know why but that weirdo magic lady had looked at Nathaniel, so he must be important. He was never on the defensive line for games but Coach always had the players shuffle their roles in practice. Walk a mile in their shoes and all that. It looked like he had a quarterback to look out for now.

"[color=aba000]Lead tha way, cap'n.[/color]"