Lambert's visibly tense until Childermass brings the last of their party to the teleporter, not that it improves much once everyone is actually present and they move through to A5. After all, in some respects, this is where the work really begins.
He looks a little different from how people may have seen him last, with angular, gold-circuited dark metal grafted over his horns. He's moving with a stiffness of motion only barely eased by the healing draught and witcher's potions he's drunk, and he's armed with his steel sword -- not much of a weapon, but better than nothing -- and the shapeshifting ring from the Ringmaster.
"Right," he looks around at the group, keeping his voice low. "Everyone clear on what to do? We move towards where our shit is, try not to draw attention unless we have to. No heroics -- just try to get in and out as quick as we can. If we're lucky, the plant's already there. If we need a distraction in a pinch, I can provide one. Any questions?"
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He looks a little different from how people may have seen him last, with angular, gold-circuited dark metal grafted over his horns. He's moving with a stiffness of motion only barely eased by the healing draught and witcher's potions he's drunk, and he's armed with his steel sword -- not much of a weapon, but better than nothing -- and the shapeshifting ring from the Ringmaster.
"Right," he looks around at the group, keeping his voice low. "Everyone clear on what to do? We move towards where our shit is, try not to draw attention unless we have to. No heroics -- just try to get in and out as quick as we can. If we're lucky, the plant's already there. If we need a distraction in a pinch, I can provide one. Any questions?"