The Clockwork Man gave Arty a sharp sideways glance as he stepped off the ship.

“If we can avoid it, we won’t be killing anyone.” He said, looking out towards the electrified wastes ahead, and the mountainous terrain within view some distance away, where he figured they needed to be heading. “If we have to however, don’t hesitate.” He added as a way of accommodating his accomplices bloodlust. 

“I’m ultimately here for the Mystan Elder, but after the trouble they went to in order to capture him in the first place, I’m expecting some resistance.” He mentally shrugged, and began striding forward at a steady but impressive pace. It was likely to be a long journey, even with their proximity to the mountain.