When they got to the crossroads, he'd bring his horse to a stop--since he was ahead of the group--and wait for them to catch up. The discussion turned to how they should advance. "I'm willing to keep going if everyone else is; I'm not worried about the dark. I might only be half elf, but I can see as good in the dark as the full-blooded." No sense of pride came from his words, just simple truth. For sure, he might only be able to perceive shades of gray in the darkness of night, but he could still see far better than a pure-blooded human could.<br/><br/>"I do like Ares' plan; we're the trained soldiers, so we should take on the most dangerous part of this job." He meant no disrespect, of course. He would not be going on this adventure with the others if he wasn't reasonably certain of their competence; he just knew that he and Ares could handle the front line 'grunt' work. Not only did Leofwine have good, strong armor, but his glaive was a deadly weapon with a long reach; part of why he survived his conscription was because he'd butcher goblins before they could even get close enough to stab him with their long knives.<br/><br/>"We draw them in, and the rest of you can close the trap; almost like a pincer. We'll kill all but one, and interrogate the one we keep alive. If any of you know some sort of sleeping spell or the like, that would be handy." He remembered a time from his own spat of warfare, the sorceress he had been close with... she'd had a spell to put people to sleep. Worked well on the goblins, even on the more brutal ones.<br/><br/>"But for now, a rest may be a good idea. That way, we won't be too exhausted when the fight comes." Even as he says this, he's dismounting his horse, and going about the process of feeding the trusty steed. 'Tomorrow' had more than earned a meal.