Drag their feet as they will, they've reached the gate. Andrew nods to the sentries on duty, puts his hand on the palm lock, and waits as the gate swings open.
(The sentries are Slayers, of course, each armed with one of the working Scythe replicas. And they're both watching Lorne, one with wary suspicion, one with something closer to curiosity. Neither with outright hostility; Andrew's presence may have something to do with that)
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Drag their feet as they will, they've reached the gate. Andrew nods to the sentries on duty, puts his hand on the palm lock, and waits as the gate swings open.
(The sentries are Slayers, of course, each armed with one of the working Scythe replicas. And they're both watching Lorne, one with wary suspicion, one with something closer to curiosity. Neither with outright hostility; Andrew's presence may have something to do with that)