Bjorn nodded at the man in polite thanks, having turned away towards the west. He tapped a button on the side of his helmet, and his visor covered his face once more. As soon as the man showed only anger and that he was not a threat, the disc on his arm retracted and ceased the distortion. Having removed his hand from his hilt, the lock on the sword's handle locked once more with a click. "I bid you farewell. The information you gave me is satisfactory for my mission." Said Bjorn as he walked away, his boots leaving large marks in the thin layer of snow.