I Like To Move It, Move It.

Killian's sly smirk never left his features as the girl got down to business. In a moments notice the brute was being strapped into the harness, adjusted, and ready to be her work mule. The beast didn't mind in the slightest. He was happy to be of assistance in any way he could. The divine forces blessed him with muscles and why would he not use them?

As the femme offered her name and titled Killian dipped his head down in a gracious bow. Well, as far down as it could go while hooked up to the wagon. After all the adjustments he felt a bit more comfortable. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Iolaire" Killian's tones were flourished with husky accents. "I am Killian Klein. Just an aspiring warrior of the Armada. I was only just invited to join the ranks by the Queen." At this point the brute began the journey. He did not try to impress the gal by moving too quickly but he moved with strong sturdy strides. There was no use in gaining an injury to make the babe blush. What was of most importance was fulfilling the task at hand. "What is all this anyways?" He could see they were hauling supplies but he wasn't aware of the story behind it all.