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Nicomede didn't say anything to Fionn, only nodded at the other knight's invitation, but he followed both men with a readiness and sureness of step at odds with any sense of uncertainty that had lingered before. It seemed he was a man energized by action, or at least reaffirmed by the fray rather than unnerved by it. The suggestion to regroup after they prepared was met only with the same sort of nod as before. 

Rather than towards the armory Nico strode quickly towards the room that had become his. It wasn't the most comfortable fit in his thoughts, not yet. One would think that years of sleeping on the road or in whatever inn was available would be outweighed by the prior decade and a half, but recency had a weight longevity couldn't match. Consequently it was still a sparse, spartan space; the desk and bed that had kindly been provided, a single mostly empty bookshelf, and a rack upon which to store his own equipment. It was the last that held his attention now. The relative finery of his evening attire was stripped without ceremony, replaced in quick practiced motions by the comfortably worn gear in which he had traveled and the armor that rested atop it. 

If there was fighting to be done, he considered as he checked the clasps and buckles about his person, it would be in relatively confined quarters. His shield would serve better than the dagger. The latter stayed at his belt, the polished lantern shield instead buckled about his arm. He would stop at the armory on his way for, well, a lantern. His sword buckled, his boots secured, and his hair pushed back out of his face.

Renar was still in the armory when he arrived, the other man with a couple of knights in tow, to grab a lantern. He made one extra stop off to collect a few extra skins of water, added to the dagger on his belt, before returning to the meeting place.

[color=aa0505]"Ready,"[/color] He said to Renar simply, casting a glance over his shoulder to watch for Fionn's approach. [color=aa0505]"You briefed them?"[/color]

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