She has spoken without thinking once more, her cheeks pinkening as Argentum would vocally correct her misnomer.  Even if she did not agree with his reasoning..  Her tongue darting over her lips, made momentarily silent with the overt displeasure of his words.  She would make a visible effort to regain herself, making no farther comment as Myrine would sweep from the room like a retreating goddess, all heady arrogance.  Sthenae's gaze following her for a moment in consternation.  Something was going on, and she obviously missed it.<br/><br/>“Well..”  Clearing her throat and looking to throw herself into the business at hand to distract away from her less chivalrous notions.  “The intel that we have clearly states that he is known to be a one man bandit of caravan goods..  We propose to disguise ourselves as simple travelers moving a caravan past the Atlas Mountains into Carthage, and hope that he takes the bait..  We will need.. Well.. Obviously goods of a quality to be enticing.. and Perhaps four or five mercenary men to fill out our ranks, to keep us from looking too.. suspiciously like a trap..  So to speak..”  Of course they had been rather industrious in the library.<br/><br/>“We trust that none of this will be a problem.. We.. I know you have put quite a bit into gathering us here and.. providing accommodations..”  She would bow her head, trying for gracious, for all that it seemed to sit foreign upon her features.  The girl slightly flustered as she would bow her head, playing lightly with the crimson snake that curled against her shoulder.