The Soldier raps on the door into the Invincible, back from the latest patrol around the village. Let them in, Crowley: you're on watch for that sort of thing since you're always inside.

Lifting the locking bar and the deadbolt to open the door has the Soldier slipping in quickly, and pulling the door soundly closed behind them. One pants leg is shredded and bloody, but doesn't appear to be actually bleeding. Not much, anyway. Mostly they just look tired. "Thanks."