Arathyra attempted to listen to the discussion of tactics and battles and such but ended up nearly falling asleep except at the end. From what she had gathered it seemed that here was a plan to attack a food caravan to feed all the poor people here. Arathyra raised one hand nervously like a school girl, clutched her staff with the other and spoke up. "[b]Um, would you like me to stay here and help those injured already, o-or join the attacking group and help anyone who gets hurt in the a-attack?[/b]" Arathyra asked stammering somewhat, the question was open ended for either Archibald or Alvin and Marwood to answer. 

Arathyra really wished that Archibald hadn't felt the need to use the phrase "strangle the life out of them" it made her somewhat queasy just thinking about it. While she didn't like the thought of going into combat again she would do it if that was best, even if she thought she would be of more use here. Oh this whole thing wasn't even supposed to happen, Arathyra wondered when things would go back to normal, probably not for a long time.