The statuesque warrior stood, gripping his axe and shield tighter to feel the give and take of his muscles. He rolled and stretched his neck a bit, and breathed in the hellish air of this strange plane of existence. He realized he'd rather be nowhere else. Bardeck imagined it would sound very crazy to his companions, but he had little talents in this life beyond battle. He knew Gideon felt the same, for the dog loped beside him as if they were simply walking upon a well traveled road in Nirn. So close was the bond between them that Bardeck barely glanced Gideon's way, almost feeling his companion's presence as if he too were a war dog. 

Within the tower, the room was illuminated in a more focused fashion than the fiery sky outside. The soot and intense heat gave Bardeck an increasingly rugged and severe look. Positively barbaric and animalistic, if not for the willful intelligence in his eyes. He gazed upwards with the rest, seeing the swirling upper levels. Without asking, Bardeck took point, telling Gideon to guard their flank. With his shield out, he moved forward in a steady advance. The few guards they came across were dispatched with the group's combined efforts wasily enough.  

"[i]Huh. I wonder who actually does the guard patrols for Dremora. Do you think there's a roster? Night shifts? Lunch breaks? Do Daedra even have lunch?[/i]" Naenya pondered aloud behind Bardeck as he pulled his Axe out of the last Dremora at the epicenter of the tower. The question caught him off guard, and he turned to regard her. It was odd to see, but whenever Bardeck was confused or pondering, the savage warrior would look positively young and naive for a split second. Like a War Dog tilting his head and lifting his ears. 

"Never thought about it," he said, and then cleaned his Axe blade with a small ripped cloth. He began thinking aloud. "I imagine demons don't need to rest. From what I've heard, they're not fully individuals like we are. They are to an extent, but they're still all apart of the same evil that fills this plane of existence I would guess." Despite himself, he still wondered it a bit as the companions tried to solve the issue of the locked door. He would have volunteered to go with the Elder, but somehow he thought he'd be more useful here when this bigger door was opened. [i]If[/i] it was opened.