Lorcan had little interest in being the one betraying their position. Therefore, he could not allow his tall figure to be seen or his dark voice to be heard. So, when he addressed Faeril, he did so in a pose that went somewhat beyond mere crouching. His hands and knees were on the verge of touching the dirty ground as he bent forward the best he could without losing his balance, trying to lower his profile further. A giant toddler who had lost his rattle and who, while searching for it, suddenly found the dwarf nearby more interesting.

That stink! Sure he himself probably did not smell like a field of roses either after that week in a wagon, but the kind of miasma wafting around Faeril irritated Lorcan's nose definitely a little hard! An opinion absolutely not biased by the fact that he had stopped to like dwarves in general since they had forced him to go into exile in the first place, so he kept his mouth firmly shut about it at that point!

"I find your logic sound, Faeril, but only at first glance." he started, almost whispering in the dwarf's right ear. "Upon deeper investigation I find it deeply flawed. First of all we don't know if there will be anything useful left to scavenge when they leave. Then just sitting and waiting here or somewhere else in the vicinity will expose us to the risk of detection as we do. Who knows how long they will take to finish what they're doing ? And then there's the fact that even if we succeed and get what we want we might very well happen to run into them again the next day. I say we should try and find a plan to dispose of this problem as we see it. If we don't find one we can still go for any of the alternatives."

In Lorcan's opinon they also could not just go around that village right now and gain a headstart, simply because there could be more bandits hiding somewhere else. Who said that all they currently saw was all that was there ? And suddenly an idea rose above his cognitive horizon: Of course those bandits would kill them right away if they went for any kind of frontal approach, but...

Lorcan turned his head behind, trying to see their 'princess': "Hey! Doesn't your kind of people have this fancy trick of not to be seen somehow for a short time ? We two could try and go for some distraction, maybe we can lure someone away from the rest." These, after all, were woods around them. Woods Lorcan started looking at for some minor study of their detailed appearance. Nobody would take notice of just one more tiny little tree, would he ?