“Actually I would advise to come to one’s senses before any demon kin completes that surgical intrusion into one of our anatomies that you just suggested. But I would surmise your judgment in that matter is a bit premature and harsh. Allow this band a little distraction to calm their nerves while there is still opportunity, soon we will most likely be strained to our limits.” Gajol could hear Aeshallyn’s voice right next to and a little behind her. With nothing else to occupy herself the lithe gray elf had stepped up to the three of them, listened in on their conversation, and now deemed it appropriate to comment.<br/><br/>“Regarding your plan, though, despite its rather force appearance I am also in favor of this rather straightforward approach. There is a definite charm to its simplicity. We are working with too many unknown variables at the moment to draw up a more elaborate scheme, only to see it shatter at the first contact with an unknown reality. I might even be able to aid in getting us to the doors of the church without the inconvenience of traversing the town.” Her view from the top of the hill that now lay behind them had allowed her a good view of the open space in front of the large church, so much so that it now made a sufficient target for a Greater Teleport spell. But…<br/><br/>“There is only one problem, though… Well developed as my arcane capabilities might be, they are not without limit, a limit that currently would restrict myself to five companions on such a shortcut.” With her last sentence one delicate hand swept over their illustrious band, gesturing as if to count them. And the result – Ayariel’s companion included – was one too many.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>