An inclination of his head.<br/><br/>"Grapes instead then, to be sure."<br/><br/>Drumming his fingers along the desk with a clank as he thought over the Sibyl and Sthenae's commentary.<br/><br/>"It depends on the sort of caravan we present a front of I would suppose. Too poor and small and it would not be with his time. Too large and lacking a horde of guards, it would be a blatant trap, yes. Something middling.. an extra five guards, who I imagine could be hired as mercenaries, yes."<br/><br/>He looked to the Sibyl as he continued.<br/><br/>"If you do not mind my asking lady Oracle, are you oriented around martial conflict any? I know our serpentine companion has a particular potency she can bring to bear in such situations, and I am, if nothing else, animate for such purposes, but I am I must confess unfamilliar with the support you can give. Truth be told my hopes run to that your facility might rest with predicting the movements of our enemies over anything else, it would be a great help."