Inyrra took a deep breath and let it out slowly.<span style="color: indigo">"I agree with our cleric, as hard as that is to believe. The teleportation might be best served as an escape route should this venture sour. As to causing a distraction, I must humbly object. We do not know what it is we face and dividing our forces only weakens us. If the diversion works, that half of the party may find themselves overwhelmed and not knowing what we face the remainder may not be enough to overcome whatever taints this place. I agree that we need the element of surprise and a diversion does not give us that. I assure you that I am both an able sneak and fighter, but I still maintain we need more information. Allow myself and whoever else wishes to come to scout the place. If we are not back in one hour, please come rushing to our rescue. Worst case scenario, an hour would barely give them a chance to begin the torture."</span><br/><br/>Hidden under her magical disguise, her tail lashed back and forth nervously. She hated the unknown more than anything and as Aeshallyn had said there were so many variables they could not account for. Slipping quietly into the village might at least eliminate some of them so a proper plan could be formed. Aya's sudden distraction made her jump. While she was sure that the elf was no doubt skilled and definitely gorgeous she began to worry that Aya's propensity for losing focus might harm the sneaking portion of their operation. Her eyes flicked to each of their small group, trying to gauge their thoughts. She did not care if they cast her idea aside just as long as they settled on a course of action. She was impulsive and impatient by nature and just needed to be doing something. The longer she was listless the more the voice whispering in the back of her mind was trying to convince her to divert her attention to things other than the mission.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>