Upon leaving the cave, Cromir set to work preparing for a raid. Since Pythus declared he was coming along, they'd be able to go to a main road instead of the common side path. An experienced dragon with a rider counterbalanced the risk of private armies guarding a caravan, and no town was worth wasting Pythus' urge to get out of the cave on. So Cromir went searching for reports from some of his lieutenants. Scut had sent a man back, detailing what would be leaving Istal for trade or business today and in the next few days. Ryfed's report, on the other hand, detailed the routes that they were taking, though his was not complete due to the nature of it. Regardless, with the constant updates from Ryfed and his men and Scut's report, Cromir could dictate what was going to happen where.<br/><br/>Melisandre and Harold were staying behind, as always. Someone needed to hold down the fort, as the saying went. Scut was being told to stay in the city, just in case to collect anything of interest. A message was sent to Ryfed, telling him cargo and allowing him to pick off something he feels they could make disappear around the bend. Otherwise, he was left to continue his scouting. Drusk and Layli were given their groups -roughly twenty men and women- and put on side roads that were on either side of the main road. Once Cromir started to assault the main road, loot was going to be diverted and those two would be there to catch it. As for Cromir himself, he would be assaulting the larger caravans with about forty men and women, as well as Pythus. He had two goals on the main road. As far as he was concerned, everything else could pass. There was a treasury caravan leaving the city. From what Scut's report said, three armored carriages filled to the brim. And after that, there was a certain nobleman who was being sent out with his.... peculiar house to attempt diplomacy. The noble's craft was what Cromir was after, something to distract the camp until they can organize a trip to Metelus.<br/><br/>By the time Faryn was exiting the cave, Cromir was finally on the stage. But he was not there to sit. Instead, he was retrieving his blade. The large and tarnished curve of the blade had been stuck into the stage. The blade itself was as big as the average man, obviously made to slash and hack with no attempt for a piercing capability. It was a brutal blade for a brutal man, and Cromir picked up the mass of metal with ease, sliding it into place on his back. In the clearing where revelry and barbarism was done the night before, the forty or so men that Cromir was intending on bringing were waiting, double checking their gear. The form of Pythus was peeking up over the walls of the camp, though his body seemed to be pressed low to the ground. Giving himself a quick once over, Cromir was ready. His voice bellowed from his helmet, reverberating and adding that deep, echo like quality to his voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Those of you coming with me. We're taking all we want, but our main targets are going to be some armored carriages and a House sigil,"</span>Cromir said loudly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"We get those, and Metelus will be a much happier place for all of yall."</span>