Walking near the back of the group, slightly ahead of Sam, Vel played with one of his knives in his right hand nonchalantly as he listened to everybody throw their ideas around. Catching his knife he slid it into his belt as he turned around and made eye contact stretching his arms over his head and yawning he finally decided to say something, [b]"Rondo's right for a change Sam,"[/b] Vel half teased, a smile dancing across his face, [b]"their name means nothing. But Bryan had a pretty decent idea, we should count 'em up before engaging. It'd give us a better idea of how much care we should take."[/b] Finishing his statement he spun on his heels and began walking facing forward again and with the same movement began flipping his knife again.
 
Vel's knife flipping was a nervous habit that he had developed in order to keep himself from doing the more rash things that his mind suggested, right now as the group walked towards the village and the bandits his mind was telling him that the Bastards were putting much too much debate into this. That it was a simple matter of walking up to the bandits guarding the edge of town, sticking a gun in their mouths and pulling the trigger. The rest would come running, right into their own deaths. At least that's what Vel's mind was telling him, his better judgment was telling him that if he tried that he'd be dead in a matter of minutes and that if on the off chance he succeeded Kaz would be rather cross with him.