<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Good eyes."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Thanks. They're a necessity in my line of wo-" Theron starts to reply when he hears a new voice, one that was unmistakably coming from very close. He whirls around to see who it was that must of joined them. He blinks a bit when his turn reveals no one new, but rather he finds Eruin and Rea looking rather stunned, just in time for Rea to finish with an "...Oops." She could talk! Theron had certainly not been expecting that at all; he'd heard of rather intelligent animals like the familiars utilized by wizards and sorcerors all their magic-utilizing company, but never one one that<span style="font-style: italic">talked</span>. He wondered what strange creature she must be to be capable of such.<br/><br/>"Well,<span style="font-style: italic">that's</span>a new one," he comments, gaze shifting from Rea to Eruin. "Clever of you to try and hide that," he adds, grinning. "Make people underestimate your friend."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"I believe a raiding vessel is this moving in our direction. We must alert the captain and crew as quickly as possible, and secure the rest of the passengers below deck."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron's grin widened as he heard the tiefling's plan. "For a student you sure have a pretty sound grasp of tactics," he commented, nodding to Alyssa, a bit surprised that she even thought of suggesting the wolf and jackal to ensure order was kept on the lower decks. Either she had not lead so sheltered a life he would expect from a student, or they had some good books on tactics in their libraries. Of course, maybe she was just remarkably clever.<br/><br/>"Assuming that<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>the case we're going to need a battle plan. Standing out in the open and taking them on face to face will get us slaughtered - I doubt they'll attack with only, say, four or five people, so we're going to be outnumbered. Possibly out gunned, and potentially<span style="font-style: italic">literally</span>so."<br/><br/>He pauses, rubbing his chin, mind quickly working over the potential scenarios. "I can think of a number of ways to handle such a situation, but a lot of them are dependent on what exactly we're dealing with. What kind of craft they ride up against us on, what their weaponry and skills are. Too many unknowns right now. Hell, we don't even know if there really are raiders or something else just yet, or if they even intend to board us. Sinking the ship itself would make things very easy for them, even if it reduces their over all 'catch'..."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"YOU DAMN LITTLE PIXIE!!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron jumps a bit at the sudden outburst, snapping him out of his line of thought and consideration of various tactics. The Shepard cautiously puts some distance between himself, Rea and Twilah. "Well, someone's making friends," he comments, chuckling a bit at the sight of Rea attempting to chomp the nimble little pixie. "Maybe we can her to do the same to these supposed raiders. I'm sure a pixie buzzing about and poking them in the eyes would be a great distraction," he jokes.