Basch fon Ronsenburg

[ Clasping his hand, she nods in his direction and starts to walk with purpose down the hallway, as though the two of them have something urgent, possibly each other, that they must see to immediately, and it's odd to try to take advantage of that potential assumption without spending too much time thinking about it but she's boldly making the attempt.

The backs of her hands are softer and smoother than the palms and undersides of her fingers, any pampering she gives them tempered by her frequent training. Her war may be a bit... stalled, but she must remain ready for battle at a moment's notice. It isn't unpleasant to have her hand in his.

Not entirely necessary but not unpleasant and if they make it to the opposite end of the hallway without getting ushered into another room perhaps it pays off. ]

I agree. I saw an extravagant buffet laid out in one of the larger rooms nearby. A friend of mine would no doubt advise me to eat nothing I haven't seen others enjoy without incident. That amount of caution feels like a lofty goal here and I don't think someone who brought us here to play a larger game would get much out of harming us immediately.