"Behind me," Tony says. A little gurgly, having stopped to take a deep, deep drink of water from his canteen or whatever the medievals call them. It does a little something to ease the fact he feels like he's been karaoke-ing some screamo for the past three hours.

The cap is twisted back into place, and he nods to the Warden, a thanks for the healing.

Of course, 'behind me' means he has to get down there, and he's currently king of the hill. Ably enough, maybe surprisingly so for being King Nerd and pushing fifty, he clambers down, sits and jumps, until he lands amongst them at the lower level.

Both gloves have been stowed into a pocket, and the shard in his left hand crackles fitfully when he shakes it out some, heading into the doorway. Hopefully first. If not, he'll make a face, and go in whenever.