The night had been interesting to say the least. Although she didn't sleep much Tyira was accustomed to functioning without it after many late nights spent performing and working on various theorems.  As she rose from her quick nap the tiefling reviewed her notes from the day before and came to two conclusions. First even if she pitched in personally and had magical assistance her plan to simply have the elves outbreed the bandits and overwhelm them with numbers, overtaking them as the apex predators of the region was completely unworkable too little supplies and too many time constraints. Also the proposed concept of a "Shinflayer pikeman brigade" seemed to only make the elder shake his head and back away slowly.<br/><br/>Then secondly she will need more data to determine if her theory that bandits are indeed a particularly aggressive type of water fowl, possibly ducks. Sure it would explain what she assumed to be their mating habits, but without more data this remained firmly in the area of speculation.<br/><br/>With a detached shrug Tyria slipped on what she generously referred to as clothing and gathering her belongings. Made, sure she was mentally prepared for spellwork, and stealthily peeped on the elder in the bath for the glorious cause known as knowledge,