Xarithe's pointed ears take in all the information Sir Moss and Lyla have to offer. Silently mulling over the information within the back of his mind, while his hazel eyes pan over those in the room of which he would be traveling with, pointing out in his mind the immediate strengths he saw in each and every one of them. Taking this into account as much as any information he was gaining on their enemy. His eyes pass over Gorun first, (Strong, and tactical, he should do well in any scuffle.) are the thoughts that pass through his mind. Looking next to Eiyre, the upbeat and pretty blonde haired woman.His eyes lingering for only a moment admiring her figure. (Her enthusiasm is refreshing....high spirits are a boon to any engagement.) he muses, though he couldn't help but find something ever so unsettling about her. Whatever it was it had piqued his curiosity, and he would be certain to keep his eye on her. Next would come Turilia, Her armor spoke well of her, and tough he had caught a glimpse of her eyes roll on more then one occasion he would not hold that against her. (We shall see what this one brings to the table....though a curiosity of magic is something few who do not practice it themselves have.) The fairy was next, those shifting wings on her back a dead give away, as the horns atop her head would catch his gaze as well. This one was not only physically attractive, but Xarithe was quite excited for the opportunity to travel with a fey creature. Wanting to learn as much as he could of the fairy before him.(Traveling light, and yet well equipped.)<br/><br/>Sir Moss would finish speaking before his eyes return once more to the woman in black, Albali. She speaks up, reaching across from him as if they hadn't just met. He took no offense, not even seeing it as an intrusion at all. Simply smiling lightly as he listens and looks to what she has to say. The notion of a few of them slipping around back, while the others serve as a distraction and frontal assault force cause him to nod. "Encircle our enemies with many coils, before our fangs bite deep." he states with enthusiasm, a saying Janice had used quite often when planning her attacks. Xarithe cocks his head to the speaking of elven, though when she reveals her raven, his face lights up with joy. (Prepared, intelligent, and a familiarity with nature.) he finally thinks, nodding to her as he felt more familiar with this one then any of the others.<br/><br/>"A sound plan. Ain's aid will be invalubale in the coming engagement." he states nodding to the raven before continueing to speak "If any should wish to follow me through the thick of the woods, spreading our forces more evenly, I have little doubt of my ability to lead through the thick of the woods. I will warn however that a storm rapedly approaches, I can feel it in the air, you all have likely seen it in the sky. It will rain before the day is out. This can play to our advantage however, as it will make our approach all the more unlikely to be detected, our tracks harder to follow, and our enemies focus divided."<br/><br/>When asked if any could see in the dark he nods respectfully "Aye, I can see clearly in the dark. What's more we can detect those that might hide from the naked eye." No sooner had he finished talking would he whisper in an alien tongue, unknown by all save for a few, druidic. A bone chilling hisssssssssss sounds out in response. The fabric of his cloak shifting,a forked tongue darts out into the open. Followed by the creeping visage of a serpents head. Vivid green scales continue to reveal themselves, as the snake slithers silently up Xarithe's body, slipping behind and hanging around his neck. "Sira here can see that which I cannot." he states, caressing along the serpent's muzzle, along those infrared pits which detect the body heat of most living things. The snake hisses lightly, whilst nuzzling into his hand. "Gifting us with sight beyond sight....fear not this magnificent creature, for she is my friend, and ally, and shall not harm you. Our enemies on the other hand shall not be so lucky." He informs everyone reassuringly, as he realized many of the lesser races in the world I.E. non-naga, had a fear of snakes, especially one such as large as Sira, her size alone easily classifying her as a maneater.  Sira's golden slitted eyes look out over the others inquisitively as he speaks of her. Her tongue continually flicking as more and more of her long scaled body begins sliding out, shifting and coiling around the man's torso and waist. Those vivid green scales are speckled with sparse white spots. A light blue mixes in as a pattern that travels the entire length of her head and body. All in all she was a very beautiful animal, who's eyes possessed more intelligence then your average python.<br/><br/>Hearing the blonde speak once more, Xarithe was happily impressed. Seemingly possessed of intelligence as well as beauty "Yes....we are most likely going to be watched. Your plan is a good one, though alternatively, or perhaps in addition. We can leave town in the opposite direction, throwing such observers off the trail. Making it less obvious that we move to attack. We then simply circle around within the woods to find ourselves on the intended path. From there we can proceed with the plan as already discussed?" he offers as a solution.