Shaking her head in response to Tavia, Tivyrne seems equally at a loss.  She has no desire to wage battle and slay beings she doesn't understand, but all the signs hint that they are enslaving women and children.<br/><br/>She edges closer in the darkness of the treeline until the rogue can hear her breathe.  "Those children come from somewhere," she mouths all but silently.  "We must get him first, quiet and quick if we can.  You others--" she gestures, "be ready to fight those two."  She points out those by the fire, whose night-sight will be reduced somewhat.  "Let's spread out a bit, then try to drop him at once.  I will flank this way, you this way..." she holds up one short-nailed index finger to represent the lizard man, then gestures with her opposite pointer to trace two paths in the air.  "Protect yourself... I will drag him away."<br/><br/>Pausing, she studies Tavia's face in the dappled moonlight and leaf-shadows, and she smiles very slightly.  It's strange to feel a kinship with a stranger, but the elven woman's courage and determination sparks something similar in herself.<br/><br/>She sheds the chain shirt she wears over her padded garments, stowing it away for silence under a rotting tree trunk.  Taking a deep breath, the human smiles once more in encouragement, then crouches and moves off into the undergrowth, slowly heading to a position to approach the guard while keeping to the shadows of the wall.  She then moves with the practiced grace of a hunter-- or, perhaps, a highwayman.<br/><br/>((Rolls: 30706 and 30707: results, hide 15, move silently 25))