There's another little ripple when he bows: small hisses of surprise from the watching dregs, though the captains remain icily suspicious. The vandal is stock-still for a moment. Then he takes a couple of steps back, draws the two shock blades sheathed at his side- and bows in return, the blades flashing in a brief but elegant pattern before him. He sheathes them both in the same motion as he rises, completely ignoring the mutters from the crowd.

"I am called Lexoris," he says, and waits a moment for the Jotun to introduce himself before turning and leading the way up to that waiting door. The two big guard vandals stand aside, though they will fall in behind Loki as soon as the pair pass. Nor will they be the only escort: just within the gloom waits a captain wearing the more styled armor of the commander's elite guard.