She listens to the discussion with increasing dismay; nobody seemed... all that worried about their target being heavily guarded by large, ravenous lizardmen. She had her own private thoughts about what she could do with one of them behind closed doors, but hadn't pegged the others as traveling down that caravan. Still, with thin lips, she lets them discuss- only breaking her mood when the ex-chief grabbed her hand. She gives the man a smile, raising an eyebrow at the mouthful of drool- "Oh, you're young enough, but I'd hate to leave my friends here without my skills," she tells the blue-scaled lizard before he disengages. "Besides, these Blackscales seem very rude, and it'd be a shame to feed someone who wasn't polite to their meal." Talk of a plan goes on, and she contains her urge to roll her eyes at the idea of smoking out an entire campground- "Look," she says, "I'm probably the best here at moving around at nighttime without a soul being able to find me. We go to this place, we make camp-<span style="font-style: italic">without the fire</span>, because seriously, that's the easiest way to get spotted- and come dusk I go in and see what I can see about how they're laid out, their arrangements and what have you. And then we can..." she swallows a sigh. "Then we can try to drug them, in the middle of open air, with a bonfire. Now where the hells is our guide, anyway?"<br/><br/>[[Required rolls- skipping the fire one for now, pending party decision-<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/119396">Stealth</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/119397">Perception (Spot)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">28</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/119398">Perception (Spot)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">28</span>]]