Larus folds his arms across his back and strolls along, his longsword bouncing loosely from his side. His gaze seems focused on something only he can see, and he nods to himself. He absently reaches a hand up and steadies the hat on his head, before turning back to the group. I think we should go in. A missed chance makes for a weakened stance. He says, as if quoting scripture, before jogging to catch up to Lukas and Thieran. He puts a hand on the hilt of his blade to steady it, and then decides to leave it there in case he needs to use it at a moment's notice.