That slight flush as she would release the scroll, biting her lip softly.  The gorgon still feeling more than a little overwhelmed as she would grasp one of the other scrolls, opening it to reveal the status of the Brute.  “You are right.. Working our way up will be much better than starting at the top..”  Laughing softly as she would let her gaze scan over the words on the scroll, having to take a moment to translate them from Latin..  “Seems this.. Brute.. Has been seen in the Numidian, in the Mountains..  Swift and Strong..”  Biting her lip at the lack of information.  “Seems he has been troubling the caravans that travel to Carthage..”<br/><br/>Leaning her head back lightly, biting her lip.  One dainty foot kicking at the air as she would consider.  “I suppose we could lose that little bit of intel against him.. Perhaps pose as a caravan, or shadow one already going in that direction..”  It would be an easy enough ruse.  That golden, slitted gaze shifting to Argentum, and then to Sybil.  “Draw him out and then defeat him.. Shouldn't be too hard, one against.. how many?  Four?  Five if we take the slave girl with us.. Though what use she would be is beyond me..”  The Gorgon had little knowledge of fair-play, and fully expected them to use every resource allowed them.  “Likely any one of us could take him alone..” That wry little smile, knowing she would nary be able to hold up in a fight.. but who said she had to fight..<br/><br/>“I suppose this settles it, we shall take a trip to the Atlas Mountains for a little.. expedition?”  The crimson serpent hissing softly in commentary, though the others were strangely quiet, laying against her head, perhaps sleeping, perhaps merely waiting for something to enter in their sphere of influence..