The halfling was, as she was used to be, over looked by the barbarian. That was fine for her, the fewer eyes on her movements the better. She nodded to the old man when he offered to handle supplies for the group. None of them knew who the other was, aside from Zandor who had gathered them and Athar, the elven friend. Did it matter? Not really.

"I will have to ride with another, if we go on horseback," the short brunette noted though it was surely common knowledge that her kind couldn't really ride horses. Her focus went back to the sketch of the camp. Twenty-two, perhaps a little more or perhaps a little less. Four of them, that was five or so targets a person. Shouldn't be too difficult, she considered. When the others were ready to leave, she would join them.