Allanon relaxed only slightly after the beast had been defeated. He heard a belch behind him as Kistal commented about his work done well before accosting Anrak. He wondered exactly what had the beastman done? Taking a moment to consider he knew there were many varieties of spell casting. In many ways the most insidious spells could not been seen. 

There were two spell casters on his former team: one used healing, and the other used curses. The curse user was a large reason their missions often went without a hitch. Her in combination with his wife, their scout, often had enough to make their operations very smooth. The effects of the curse user were never clear unless pointed out. She preferred being called a "control mage". Unfortunately, she was no longer alive.

Of the six of his team, only the healer, stealth assassin, and himself were still alive after all these years. While he did not miss working as the Calabris' slave, Allanon did miss the team that had become his family. Perhaps he could recapture that feeling before old age or a Calabris agent took his life.

Allanon faced the folks on board. [color=50B1B8]"I think we should make clear what we are capable of so we can best come up with a plan of attack. Not many will be better with the sword than myself, so I'll be best as a front-lines fighter."[/color]