"Torkin," Vizzal stated plainly, her tone growing cross as she eyed the curling of his lips. She could already see the gears in his head turning. "This is a reconnaissance mission." A hand appeared from beneath Vizzal's robes to point at Torkin's face. "Remember that." The sight was comical to say the least. Vizzal was a year or so Torkin's junior and naturally shorter than he. Literally looking up to him was something she hadn't quite gotten used to.