The three talked amongst themselves, sharing secrets and backstories about something Nicodemus was entirely in the dark about. He might've taken his exclusion from their mission personally if the pang of being forcibly removed from his praetor rank wasn't so fresh. No, he could hardly blame anyone for the secrecy around him, did he even trust himself? Nicodemus was just silently glad they weren't here for his head... minus Monty, of course.
The Axe was tucked under his arm as he crossed them, turning to the side to allow them safe passage into his home.
Mr. Tufts, however, was hardly a kindly greeter, scowling angrily at everyone, making his opinions known with soft meowing. As angry as he sounded, the large cat was all threats and no bites, warming up instantly to the first person who would offer him pets. Such a sneaky little lad.
Nicodemus led him to the massive sitting room, still looking for answers to all the secrets.
Kesi mentioned they needed his help? He hardly found that believable, no one looked like they needed healing, which meant Nicodemus was entirely useless.
"How can I help?" Peering at them all with calm curiosity, his lavender eyes exchanging glances with his clutch.