There would be more talking, there would be planning, and through it all the black haired woman would just stand there, leaning against her staff with her hooded head resting against it.  The first real reaction that would come from the quiet woman would be at the raven.  Specifically when Ain began speaking in the elvish tongue.  Turilia would stand just a little straighter, golden brown eyes narrowing as she watched the bird speak to the woman.<br/><br/>After a few seconds, her body would relax again and she’d be leaning on the staff once more.  She had not expected to hear the bird speak, and that it spoke in a language she knew was… interesting.  It firmly made her believe the woman in black was a wielder of magic, but she wasn’t sure if that magic would be of the arcane variety… or the divine.  But she was certain the raven, Ain, was a familiar.<br/><br/>When the woman asked her final question, Turilia would glance away from her, considering being quiet and ignoring the question.  She lived near Kajaani, and she didn’t like thinking that the rumors about her in Ontista might stretch out here.  She could only imagine what the people back home would start saying once it was confirmed that she could see in darkness.  Her fingers would tighten on her staff as she thought the matter over.  Then, she sigh and nod, looking back to the woman with the raven. “I can,” she’d say simply.  If all went well, it wouldn’t matter if word of this got back home. She had no plans of returning there, after all.<br/><br/>Her eyes would widen slightly when the man, Xarithe, ended up with a large snake moving up his body.  This snake, Sari he had called it, was likely also a familiar.  Which would likely make him a caster of magic as well.  Very… interesting.<br/><br/>Then Sir Moss was speaking again, this time answering her question.  She’d shift looking at the bulldog like man as he described the magic used, and how the attack had gone off.  She watches him, listening silently as he speaks, and mentally curses at the mention of druids.  She had nothing against such people, but fighting them offered her very little in reward when she was searching for more arcane knowledge.  Druids were of the divine nature of magic, and such magic was alien to her.  Casting without the need to study and work with a spell book?  How could she learn for casters like that?    Still, while it seemed they had a very smart way of using their magic to achieve maximum affect… the magic used did not seem particularly dangerous if properly dealt with.  At least, as far she could tell given the limited descriptions Sir Bulldog… that is, Sir Moss was able to give her.<br/><br/>Then, she’d consider the current plan of action.  Everyone appears to be uninterested in helping the children, or too afraid of the power the cultists held and all of them leave Kajaani, only to circle around back to where the cultists were at.  Then, using a decoy group to bring out hostiles, the secondary group that was hiding could come in from behind and together they’d flank the enemy.  All in all, a decent enough plan.<br/><br/>And, if they were going to go with it, she had to pick a group to be in… and that was no mystery at all, “If we go with the two group approach, I’d best be suited in the diversion group out in the open.” She’d look to Sir Moss, then to the woman with the raven, Ain, “And... if communication is required between the two groups, I seem to be able to understand the bird.”