Andre lead his huge Draft to the stables. He left his cart close to the building, but out of the way of his friends and their own horses. The slender gray Tabaxi with the nubby tail and tufted ears filled the food trough for his horse and his coming neighbor. He wanted to ensure the animal's comfort while he was on this mission. Speaking of said mission, Andre strode with trepidation, but also purpose. This was where the path lead, and he would not allow himself to quail. Upon finding himself at the base of the stairs leading up to the door, the svelte warrior waited for the others, for there is safety to be had in numbers.

His scaled armor held away the chill of the day, while the rapier at his hip hinted at the fire in his heart.