Kreios narrowed his eyes as he noticed the seagulls, tracing them back toward what most likely was a harbor in the distance. He nodded quietly to himself, thinking a bit. He ignored the others as he plotted it, and even chuckled as the Cleric said to just pick one. Truth was, his wisdom showed; that may well be the best path from what he could tell. That's when Faedra's words caught his ears, and he turned around hearing what both she and Celestia said. A low growl sounded from his lips then, and he carried his eyes to the boats that approached from offshore.<br/><br/><strong>"Bloody hell!"</strong>Kreios cursed as he leaned down to grab his backpack, throwing the bag over his shoulders while he gauged the situation.<strong>"Celestia is right about one thing, they don't seem to want peace talks considering the weapons. If I had my guess from the robes alone, I'd say they are in league with that <em>Mage</em>. Bastard's sending his lackeys to finish us off!"</strong>The barbarian growled out as he fitted the backpack straps over his shoulders securely, and then drew the large sword from his back; gripping tight on the ivory handle with both hands.<br/><br/><strong>"If you are gonna cast the spells, may as well do it. They ain't likely to leave us be if we flee."</strong>Kreios gave his final warning on the matter, letting the others make up their minds. He planned to make sure to send a message to the mage, whom he was foolishly assured was behind this attack, that him and his companions would not fall to rabble from the waters. No, he'd make sure to send that boat back out to sea with their lifeless corpses hanging from the sides to rot in the salt and sun! Of course, it was unlikely that the cleric would let him do such...