"Dealing with the Gullet would also give the impression to townsfolk that we're heroic saviors," Marrok adds in during the discussion. "In a sense we sort of<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>, as the Gullet would see them all eaten, Karun supposedly rules with an iron fist and whilst the Crew likes to give to the poor, ambushing merchant caravans is probably not so good for the economy." He shrugs a bit. "Not that I ever<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>had much a head for economy-stuff, though."<br/><br/>He grins toothily at Ryssa's comments, he was always glad to hear her insight on things. "Their similarity and the likelihood of relations with those bastards<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>play into my decision-making. A little payback<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>a foe whose tactics we already know is a mighty fine thing," he says, slowly removing his double sided blade from the sturdy leather sling that secured it to his back, resting the heavier side in his right hand. His Tempest training had made Marrok fully ambidextrous, but it was still something of a habit to utilize his right hand as the dominant one. With the company moving down the southern road by now it was best to be armed rather than spend time drawing one's blade. Those few seconds could, after all, mean the difference between victory and receiving a bath in gastric fluids.<br/><br/>Marrok is little surprised by the return of the scout and the news brought, merely nodding in acknowledgment. "Excellent. If they're guarding the Inn then they're likely resting inside. We just need to deal with the wolves and the lizardman and we can storm the place before they're able to even pick up a blade to defense themselves..."