Allanon's question betrayed a bit more klnowledge of magic than he first seemed to have, so Kistal clapped his hands together. "Well, the biggest hurdle we have is an item attached to one of those at the camp. Any sort of item they carried would suffice. Or, if you would prefer, any sort of bodily item works too. If they got hair on you and you have it, I can use that. After that, I just need enough space for a good old dance and enough booze. Most scrying sessions take about 5 minutes to get going and allow for a very nice view." He got nostalgic for a second, whispering to himself. "Ah, the time I spent watching her..." He shook himself out of it and smiled again. "So, that is entirely possible given those parameters and the desire to know more about our foes."

Kistal's preparations were light. He simply stocked his booze and walked with his spear. His expression was stony except his eyes. They stared at the camp, alight with barely contained rage. He would keep quiet but anyone Calabris would be eliminated to sate his bloodlust. His right hand's claws dug into the wood of the skiff, reenacting his thought of that being a Calabris throat. The relatively cordial and cheery satyr from before was gone now that a mission came along. There was one chance and lives on the line. He couldn't risk messing this up.

Chihiro was more chipper than Kistal, but she was still focused. She checked her flail before returning it, not intending to use it. She then drew what seemed to be two engraved metal blocks. Soon enough, their purpose was unveiled as she flicked them open into two feathery fans. To the casual observer, they seemed like ornamental fans. To a naga, it was a rare sight to see one wielding fighting fans. Most naga used longer weapons, sometimes very heavy ones. Chihiro preferred to make intimate takedowns, being able to use the body of her opponents to her advantage, so short and unexpected weapons styles were her forte.