Nuva Doer listened to Captain Kayden's proposal calmly, the mask on his face hiding any facial reactions of his. Realistically, he figured a group of... what, a dozen or so individuals? Against twenty men, that'd be an extremely hard fight at best; thirty would be near-impossible; yet taking on all fifty was suicidal. Then again, substantial skill could well trump a lesser number of men... and a hard fight was what Nuva wanted, after all, right?

"I am Nuva Doer," he began quietly, deciding a certain amount of truthfulness would be reasonable enough to avoid further questions. "I am a skayleigh, and I am a mercenary. I have presumably been called here for my great strength and reasonable skill at arms, as I can't claim to know of any other reasons for my presence in this place." He glanced toward his employer and the two bodyguards in his employ at this, half-daring them through his disguise to say anything else about him... if they even knew any other pertinent information on him.

"As for plans," he continued, punctuating his speech with rough gestures made with his good hand, "I can only assume an attempted assault on a fortified structure would be... very difficult to achieve without casualties. Nor, however, would I strictly suggest splitting our own group into two smaller, more easily-defeated parties. If I might suggest another option, the lord will have fifteen good fighting men with him. Another dozen or so surely would not be remiss, and would help even out the numbers against thirty or so bandits quite handily. A keep storming against twenty men- very likely to still be unaware if we move quickly after our initial battle, considering how slow thirty gold-laden men are likely to travel- ought to be fairly simple compared to the same battle against fifty men."