Miranor did have a good point. That much showed in Gallus' expression when he gave the look to Meesei. "That sounds like a way in," he said. Although, the papers that Ri'vashi inspected had also caught his attention. "Still, it's no guarantee that the crank can be broken. You are correct there, Ri'vashi. Perhaps there is some other way to exploit a stealthy approach like that."

Although he felt like they were coming up with good ideas, some worry came over Gallus' brow. "While we think about that, I've just had a thought. We should be careful that none of these approaches are to be expected from the enemy." Gallus looked to each of the war leaders present. "None of us can speak for all tricks the enemy may have up their sleeve, but perhaps we might gain some insight by putting ourselves into their shoes."

Gallus looked to Ri'vashi in particular. "Clan leader, you have arguably had the most experience in these matters." Gallus swept a hand over all of their gathered intelligence. "How would you organise the defence of this place? With silver and suppression gas all?"

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There was a pregnant pause after Ahnasha answered in which she might have elaborated. After a few seconds it became clear that she had no interest in doing so. Fendros put his hand to his chest and picked up the conversation instead. "I was taught to shoot by my father and had practice hunting, but I was not particularly skilled until I joined the pack and Ahnasha taught me. Everything else was a mix of the fighters guild, Lorag, my father again, and things picked up in passing."

Fendros left his own loaded pause as he considered whether his answer was adequate. He instead continued the stilted exchange as it was. "What about you? Where did you learn to heal?"

Gently running his hand down Ahnasha's arm, Fendros slowly motioned for them all to sit together. Hopefully their chat wouldn't stretch on too long.