Valen rested peacefully for the time he had, but when the cruel reality of a night's assault to come brought him awake again he found himself listening to the plans, and nodding seriously at the thoughts. There was work to be done, and he needed to steel himself for the conflict again. Thinking on what lay ahead, he brushed his chin and spoke very seriously about things there.<br/><br/>"I think that going there 'officially' will just get the guards to let us in to lead us to an ambush, or turn on us at the spot raising an alarm. I'd rather we tried to get in unseen, but if you got any loyal folks that you can count on having them surrounding the mansion in some distance, for any attempted run-away from the noble. Bosses that have their plans ruined seem keen on abandoning their minions to die rather than be captured themselves."<br/><br/>His tone was all serious and cold, analyzing the situation as it was. At the time, he wondered what the outcome would be. "We ought to try and find a way in together, if we separate, we're more likely to see one or the other caught at the dramatic wrong time. No offense intended, but that seems a bad cliche for bards to sing about already. Moving together, and helping one another across obstacles, we can get to the noble, and take him with us before the foe is even able to mount a good counter-offensive against us. That sounds like something we should aspire to, as a plan A. If things go to hell while we are there, we let loose like fiends from abyss and woe to anyone that stands in our way."