Redd dragged his thumb under his neck, the gesture sharp and obvious enough that it needed no translation.
His eyes flicked toward the two figures posted near the corner, then back toward Ludwig, silently asking if they should take out the two of them before either guard had the chance to shout, run, or do whatever else useless people did when they noticed something they were not meant to see.
His hand had already shifted closer to his weapon, not fully drawing it, but close enough that violence had become more than a suggestion.
Kaiser noticed the motion and gave Redd the sort of exhausted look usually reserved for children who had brought a knife to solve a locked door.
"What brutish mind," Kaiser sighed and waved his hand ahead.
