<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/B1m6Nuw.jpg)</div>The Ranger, for her part... just sighs, in the trees, as everyone slips off to do their own little thing with her warning. Which includes Olivia ignoring it and advancing forward, sliding down the incline and proceeding right into the trap's maw. There will be a chat with the cleric, later - and unlike Dale, she doesn't doubt that the cleric will come out safely. While the 'honeybee' is inexperienced, they should make up for it with theirs. For now, though she takes up her own position, briefly shadowing the rogue before climbing into a tree. Giving herself a prime sniping position for when Serana acted - she knew that sort of look. It was like when she planned her own shots. A gesture guides Gale up into a tree near the camp's edge, perching there as just another bird in the forest, eyes watching the bandits and talons ready to swoop down among them...<br/><br/>She's careful, as she wedges her arrows into the bark of the tree, that it won't grow over them or they won't fall. Readying herself to provide covering fire for either their spell-knight or the wayward Cleric when the bandits are finally engaged. One hand rises up, as she whispers a prayer to the Wilds for the group's safety... and touches empty air where familiar, comforting silver should be. She frowns as her fingers trace along the leather of her armour's collar, gaze briefly turns away from the clearing. Hazel scanning the tree and surroundings for the glint of silver, before she takes a bracing breath and turns back. Afterwards. She'll look for it after.<br/><br/>For now, she puts arrow to string and draws it back, her body pulling as taut as it as she readies herself for combat. Her lips quirk, readying to whistle commands to her hawk, gaze skipping between her potential targets. Once Serana has struck, or Olivia has sprung the trap, then fletching will fly.