Xen shifts her weight from one foot to the other.  "Picnic.  Nice."  She turns away mumbling, but doesn't go far.  "Alright.  That way--" she points south with her axe, gesturing a small semi-circular arc, "--be the red factions.  They hate the Drow, too, but they're nomads.  Maybe they could help us, maybe not.  I doubt they know more of the... what did you call him?  Hassarf..."  She shakes her head, rests her axe on her shoulder.  "They don't move too far.  We could find them."<br/><br/>She turns ninety degrees and points again with her axe, as if seeing the terrain in her mind based only on what she can make out over the fort's wall.  "That way... well, I'd find the way if we set off-- there's a village.  They're the Everek.  They worship some big stone man, keep it safe.  Amiable enough..."  she turns her eyes to the other two.  "I don't know if the statue's really magic.  I assumed as not, but... maybe they have some lore to pass along."<br/><br/>Resting her axe, she studies the officer with a head-to-toe condecension before fixing her eyes back on Aeryn, her voice deferential.  "Its you he's after.  We'll back you up.  So will we hide behind the walls until he attacks, or will we assemble a crew of brave warriors to smoke him out?"  She blinks clears her throat.  "Or will we go have a swim and picnic?"