Darian's patience was getting well expired by the end of the sixth minute, and by the time he heard them talking, he was nearly in a fury. The skin of his forehead had seemed to almost harden into scales, under the flush, before he took a deep breath, and glanced at Natalya. "Wanna get them? One is going for help. Hit those two right after she leaves."<br/><br/>(Perception 20=d20+0)