It took another few seconds for Sabine to form a response. Her eyes above her blank face were flicking to and from Peiter's face as if she was trying to keep her eyes on an illusion that was evading her. "We have," was all she could manage right then. Her mouth twitched into a smile that only lasted the blink of an eye and she looked to the ground in front of Peiter. "I still need to teach you magic," she said, even less audibly.

Gallus nodded and started at the map. "I see no reason not to try. One thing has come to my mind, however." Gallus looked up to the others without lifting his head, "That prisoner mentioned that their leader is a werewolf. That means that he would have the ability to track a large group of lycans just about anywhere. As much as it pains me to say, we cannot go forth assuming that the enemy will not have already found them." Gallus gave a nod to one side, "Granted, that is a worst case, but we will need to be wary. On that same note, word will probably reach him within the week that the champion has arrived. If I were him, I would do everything in my power to find her, including tracking us by scent. We will be on a deadline unless we either move fast or find a way to cover our tracks." Gallus raised his brow, "Is there some kind of magic that can help us?"