[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center] [hr][@VitaVitaAR][@HereComesTheSnow] [hr] Cadmon stood still as Velvetica spoke up, issuing forth her commands to the group. It seemed her reputation as a genius and prodigy was well earned; her quick adjustment spoke to an agile mind. 'The other part of our strategy,' indeed. Sometimes, genius wasn't just in the ability to think outside of the box, the ability to rapidly take in changing information and account for it, the amount of knowledge gained over a time of study—sometimes the ability to save face and preserve a reputation was just as important. As Velvetica looked over the group within her tent, he met her gaze with a level, blank stare, murmuring [color=#ff8c00]"Nice save."[/color] Likely quiet enough that István wouldn't even hear it, sharp as his ears were, though Cadmon expected that his hulking retainer was thinking something along the same lines. He maintained his own stare a moment more as Velvetica's gaze passed on, before turning towards the large knight and raising his voice slightly so that his man [i]could[/i] hear. [color=#ff8c00]"István, pick who you see fit and lead one of the raiding parties. Harass their defenses and smash their effigies, like Lady Velvetica said. Aside from that, the particulars of how you draw them out are up to you."[/color] At least he couldn't find fault with how Velvetica had seen fit to mollify the competing factions in the discussion; even if the supply caravan likely wouldn't make good bait compared to the supposed skirmishers, it could at least serve to distract the necromantic cult long enough to let the rest of the bait strategy come to fruition. [color=#ff8c00]"I'll stay in my usual ward, unless she should request otherwise. Do take care not to get killed."[/color]