Ashton closed her eyes, and leaned against a pillar inside the stables. Her head buzzed with ideas, shutting out the world around her.<br/><br/>The palm of her hand pressed against her forehead. What did they need for a mission like this? Objects went through a mind like a sieve, settling on a couple of crossbows and ammo and flint for fire. But there were things, she knew, that she needed, but that she could not think up of.<br/><br/>Assassinations were easier to plan.<br/><br/>"Listen," she spoke up. She stood up straight, drawing the attentions of Silas (still hanging upside-down) and Capet (who gently landed on the hay-covered floor of the stables).<br/><br/>It was time to reassert some form of noble authority, even as everyone here pretty much saw what happened the night before.<br/><br/>"If you are planning on dying in battle, take the lead, Nathaniel."<br/><br/>Her butler retrieved a crossbow from behind a nook in the stables, handing it to Sir Ashton with his tell-tale smile. She cranked up the spring with her hand, then pointed it away from the group and released the trigger.<br/><br/>"Or we can be properly prepared. Crossbows. Fire starters." After the crossbow fired an imaginary bolt, the young lord twirled it in one hand, and placed it on the ground stock-first.<br/><br/>"But I struggle to come up with other things we need. Paying for the angel is certainly not within the budget of anyone here, so gold is secondary."<br/><br/>An excited smile appeared on Silas's face, almost accompanying some suggestion in his mind, though but his smile and enthusiasm faded away a moment later.<br/><br/>He didn't have a clue how.