Grey had been... quiet, since the fiasco with the diplomat. He hadn't really spoke, he just kept to himself, the only words coming out of his mouth being simple requests to look at everyone's gear. He made rather simple repairs to the various weapons and tools each of his compatriots had, given that he was the only smith among them. Everyone's gear was in order it seemed, which was good, seeing as he didn't have the tools to do extensive repairs.

He had been present when Athalus went through everything they knew, sharpening his axe. He sighed, putting it down as he began to speak. [b][color=9e005d]"We don't know how powerful they are, or how many there are, or even if they have minions or bodyguards, or the like. We don't have the element of surprise, I'm far from stealthy, we probably don't have the numbers, some of us are not exactly made of iron, and Coco and Mar are wounded. The smart course of action would be to return home, and yet..."[/color][/b] He sighed, looking up to the sky as he continued. [color=9e005d][b]"I can't stomach the thought of those marauders free to wreak havoc any longer than they already have... If we must fight, we need to prepare accordingly. Learn to work as a team."[/b][/color] He said, looking to the others.