He stared long and hard at the wooden egg, and then at its creator. He gingerly reached out to touch the egg, picking it up and looking at it closer. Yes, he could feel a tinge of magic in it;  he couldn't be sure of what it would do, but he has thus far been given no reason to doubt Lryera. She came from a good, respectable family, and while that didn't guarantee she'd be good and respectable, it was a good indicator she would be.<br/><br/>"The scout would be a good idea." He said with a nod of his head, words seeming cold, but he meant what he said. His attention would drift towards a serving wench that was near, and he'd casually ask for her to bring him a roasted chicken and a mug of cold mint tea, a beverage some times called Sekanjabin (http://www.loggiaserena.com/Resume/Articles/Sekanjabin.htm).<br/><br/>"Perhaps some sort of explosive device would be feasible? Something that could deal tremendous damage to a group of monsters, or weaken a single strong one." He'd offer as a suggestion.