He nodded. "Right, so high end of average for an adventuring party, and... lets put it at three dozen. Should allow for enough flexibility to complete this."<br/><br/>He murmured quietly to himself for nearly a minute, taking glances at the party as if weighing them, before sighing, and then stashing the note book. "Right, we will have to divert to rescue at least five groups from their own demons, or deal with them when we get to Gran-Gran's main base of operation, where they will be toys and slaves."<br/><br/>With that announcement, he stabilized himself in the saddle, tucked his head down, and to all outside observation took a nap. Though he wasn't actually a good enough rider to do that. He wanted to see how the party dealt with depressing news like that without realizing he was watching them. They had already provided enough information for him to categorize them, now he just had to figure out where he best fit in the mix. Either completely outside, or inside.