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Xen pursed his lips as he rode along the path, his staff situated into a leather strap that ran across the body of the horse. His pace was a slow trot, his eyes scanning around him as they moved further away from the main city. It had been only a couple of hours since they had departed and he had taken the time before their arrival to retrieve provisions for the road. The distance was a short one, relatively speaking, but he knew that the morale of this band would be greatly improved if some respite can be found in between engagements. Especially when the blood began to flow.

He was thankful, of course, to have a healer on hand to mend wounds and gashes, but he wasn't so sure how experienced this woman was. Was she able to mend severed muscle and tendon as much as skin? Could she graft a new cellular structure if one were to be severely burned? Or reattach a lost limb? Of course such magics are incredibly powerful and only a handful of surgeons were capable of such a thing in the world. He only hoped that none of them would break before they were truly needed. Everyone had a breaking point. This was a fact of life. He had seen enough warfare and spoke to enough veterans to know that even the strongest of men had a thread that if pulled too tightly snapped like a loose hair.

As Tiberius spoke, his brow rose a moment, considering the words. None of these people knew who Xen truly was and that was to his benefit. He didn't fully trust any of them, Vert least of all. Too convenient it was to have captured a creature from the Warlock's grasp, and to turn her so quickly. Something was off about the entire situation, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what. He was beginning to suspect Vert was a distraction, meant to throw them off from the scent of the real wolf in sheep's clothing. He would have to be vigilant.

[color=silver]"We are a few hours off. We will make camp a half day's ride from the mines to determine our plan of attack."[/color] He rummaged in his satchel and pulled out a map. [color=silver]"I assume some of you have military experience. Review this topography and come up with a strategy. We will discuss it soon."[/color] Xen handed the map off to Kaitra and rode in silence, waiting to hear what they would talk about or their idle banter. His hand gripped his staff absentmindedly, knowing full well they were being watched by the denizens of the forest.