Starry nodded. He opened the door and took a look around, noting a women in a black garb passing by the house. He quickly closed the door, leaning his back against it to talk to Artemis. 
"Yes, except no. We aren't leaving the city easily. We will have to fight our way out. I hope you aren't offended if i say to leave most the fighting to me." The Vagabond prepared himself, throwing his hood up, tightening his gauntlets. He dramatically (and unnecessarily) pulls the rags off his staff, revealing a long gold pole, with markings up and down the sides in a strange language. He pulls open his bag only to have small iron balls and knives fly out and float around him. He took out an orb, whose rags he left on, but he attached to the end of his relic. He nodded to Artemis. "I hope you're ready. Stay close to me, within my range." Starry turns to the door, lifting and dramatically kicking the door. It refused to budge. He kicks it a second time, hard enough to actually make it open. He steps outside, waving for Artemis to follow.