"I have no intention of leaving him out," she sighs, her silvery eyes rolling to the side with a resignation something like mourning, "no, he is very admirable in combat, if not intolerable in his... appetites."  Ithi'Ka spits over the edge of the causeway into the darkness.  "It is simply that he cannot be made aware of this issue unless we can... er... contain the situation.  Prevent the spread."  She lifts the hinged side of a hooded lantern, casting a cold beam of light through the darkness.  Clearly this is a courtesy she'd prefer not to extend, but... on the flagstones before her, the blueprints of the lab lay ready to study.<br/><br/>"The major is giving us more soldiers.  For a short time, I am to be called a Captain for the sake of organizing the mission.  Gives us more soldiers, gives us some broadened authority."  She lays out the notes, the airship receipt, the folio of project documentation from Vedim ir'Omik's work.  "Read all you care to read.  The more we know, the better.  We have to reclaim this hole."  She taps the blueprints with one long, leather-gloved finger, "then intercept this ship.  Note, its destination?"  She touches the receipt, "Breland.  Howler Monkey's place."<br/><br/>Standing then with the soft rustling of cloth and the grace of a shadow, she stays well away from the piercing beam of light, and walks soundlessly along the wide stone path.  "Rekkenmark's top undead researcher defecting to Breland, we have a tricky situation.  It must be executed perfectly, and<i>reported</i>in a way that does not get us executed."  Shrugging, the taps her chin, the gesture barely perceptible in the diffused light off of the stones.  "What he writes cannot be stopped, but, hopefully, we can steer it."<br/><br/>At that, she folds her arms under her small breasts, speaks steadily and watches them from the utter darkness.  "Thoughts, please.  The name me Captain for this mission, but we are team, and I value your thoughts."