"You're the scout, correct? Was there any pattern to the areas they went to attack? Certain towns, trade routes, animal habitats? Is this a military strike or just a rioting legion? " A soft, almost growl-like noise escaped his mouth softly. His brand prickled, for no reason besides mere coincidence, but it still disturbed Sammael's thought process for a moment.

Ashielle turned to the one who addressed her and let him get out his full statement and then waited a few* moments before responding. Perhaps she was just trolling him with an awkward silence or was collecting her thoughts. The mask made it rather hard to tell. 

"I was scouting yes, but I cannot guarantee the veracity of my hunches, as I was trained for phalanx formation open warfare. This is merely my intuition as a wanderer." She let that hang for slight emphasis. Ashielle didn't use much. "As for all the rest of your questions, I have zero information, as I was scouting out our perimeter a few hours out and did not reach the enemy lines or behind them. If I had seen the enemy or any direct damage done by them, I would have been yelling my head off about how we should be grabbing weapons because they'd be close enough to strike."

*not guaranteed to be few by most people's standards.