Fitting indeed. If there was one thing the two of them might have in common it's a disdain for these asshole Vint cultists, and that's something he can definitely get behind. Particularly when she's roasting them with a taste of their own medicine.

There's a faint smirk angled her way before he lifts his head, gaze shifting to the walls above them. A second later there's a whistling sound and something pings the stone at his feet.

"Archers. They're trying to flank from the north battlements."