The warlord let the silence again well up between them, hanging there to soak in the awkwardness for just a beat longer than might be comfortable before he strode forward. Felspring offered nothing by way of explanation, drafting after Felwinter. Certainly it did nothing to dissipate the ominous intensity that the warlord tended to carry himself with, although there was perhaps just the slightest bit of...well, perhaps it might be amusement. He wasn't well acquainted with such emotions to really pin them down.

Brushing past Tony as though taking the man's words as an invitation, he stepped right through the gaping entryway, taking a look around. Someone order a workplace inspection?