[h3][u][b][color=fff200]Aerarius[/color][/b][/u][/h3]
As the rest of the group hurried off, Aerarius knew little of what was going on except the rest of the group had elected to deal with a banditry problem.  Most likely Sylphie had gotten a whiff of evil and needed to break her 300 year dry spell.  Aerarius tagged along wordlessly.  Despite her seeming bloodlust and the concerns of other members of the party, the demigoddess' moral compass had always seemed properly calibrated.  Aerarius himself had not been given any context to these bandits' ill deeds, but he trusted Sylphie enough to go along with it.

He followed the group through the woods until they came upon a guarded and fortified trail, clearly the approach to the aforementioned bandits' hideout.  Byron asked whether they should just rush in, or try the subtle approach.

"I'd be wary about this path," Aerarius chimed in.  It's clearly guarded, and it's the perfect place to rig up a manually activated rockslide trap.  If you'd allow me to take point through the woods, I'm fairly certain I can withstand any traps they may have set up in there."  He wasn't invulnerable, as the tragic fates of the rest of the Brass Legion had shown, but his metal body should be able to withstand any swinging log or pit traps that the bandits could conceivably have set up in the woods.