Carefully mulling over the dossiers, the normally talkative herald was deep in thoughts, pondering where his skills were best applied.  He traditionally went for public statements, choosing those who had wronged the people commissioning him in some deeply personal way.  The only one that came close to fitting that niche, was the elven bride, Nine Maples Singing.  But it felt so...  petty.<br/><br/>"Hardly deserving... I'd almost want to take the head as a personal souvenir, if no one else gets to enjoy her beauty." he murmured as he pondered the case.<br/><br/>"What do you all make of Lord Captain?  He seems a pompous one, but the 'quietly dispose of' request isn't usually my modus operandi.  The necromancer would seem the more apt target I'd pick...  but my strengths against the undead, well they're not at their best, I'd say.  Maybe if I had the right partners...?  What say you Gilead?"<br/><br/>He rubbed his smooth chin, waiting for someone else to chime in upon the assignments.