As dangerous as the task set before them was, Hector still preferred it to life back home in Astopol. This was what he was meant to do. Hunting down monsters and degenerates and smiting them in the Goddess's name was far better than being the master of a crippled house, constantly badgered from both within his house and outside to marry and rebuild the family line, and looked down upon by his peers for his entirely justified hatred of the monstrous and the unclean. 

He shook the thoughts from his head, trying to be more mindful of the environment around him. They were soon approaching their destination, and knights were already unsubtle at the best of times. The Taldeer Massacre had forever seared the importance of vigilance in his mind, and he kept eyes and ears on the forest around the group, half-aware of the other three's conversation as he kept watch. 

"Jacque speaks truly." He murmured quietly, one hand on his sword at all times. "We'd do well to stay vigilant. None of us are particularly suited for stealth, so this killer will likely know of our approach." He flashed the man a quick look upon taking his question into consideration. "The ruins would be an ideal point to break. We'll fare better against this filth while fed and well-rested."