The sorceress nodded as Lydia spoke, a thoughtful look on her face as she mulled over the Olegs' troubles. "<strong>An ambush seems like our best bet. They've gotten complacent, might as well use it to our advantage. Seeing as how I'm not covered in leather and knives I could probably provide a distraction without making them suspicious, claim to be a passing trader or some such and keep them occupied to give Silas or Adelise time to close the gates and let everyone get into a favorable position.<br/><br/>If we can take one alive I should be able to get some information without much trouble. If I can't sweet talk it out of them I have a spell or two that should do the trick. We <em>are</em> suppose to be dealing with the bandits and their ilk in particular; the south west seems as good a place as any to start.</strong>"<br/><br/>She let out a satisfied little sign, stretching her arms above her head after depositing her spoon in her empty bowl. "<strong>By the way, your cooking is divine Ms. Oleg. I'm sure my companions are grateful for a break from my attempts to make the trial rations more palatable.</strong>" A crooked grin flashed across her pretty face and she gave the other three adventurers a theatrical wink. "<strong>Not that the ungrateful curs could do any better!</strong>"