<strong>"Thank you,"</strong>he replied when acknowledged as well-spoken.<strong> "You would not believe how often I say something like this and receive spite for it rather than understanding."</strong>Remaining standing, he listened as one of the Hawks made their counterpoint to what he had said.  Reasonable things all - Wither magic was unlike any magic they had ever seen; the Darkness, if it was real, could not have human motivations; eeeeeeeeeevil chancellor was evil; and the Princess of the land was dead, with her funeral tomorrow as a trap to enslave countless peoples.<br/><br/>When the Nu Mou spoke, it was a more subtle turn of events and thoughts that got him to stay.  These Hawks...they were quite unfortunate in their plight, weren't they?  Well, since Camorri Gamblers (he would protect that first part of his identity with his life, or more correctly, the lives of others) were champions of Lady Fortune herself, perhaps he should stick around, made sure some of his good fortune rubbed off on the Hawks before he split and headed onto the next nation.  Even though it was mere months ago that walkabout began, five years wasn't forever.<br/><br/>The Hawks laid out their plan, and then invited them to stay the night, before they launched their assault in the morning.<strong> "Ah, if I may, there is one slight, gaping-hole sized flaw within your plan."</strong>He called after looking over the map.<strong>"If - and I am to understand this is correct - the casket is supposed to be the device by which your dastardly chancellor friend is going to enslave the crowd via fascination from dark sources, why are you waiting until it reaches this plaza to attack?  What if your friend decides to activate it before it is paraded through the entire city, enslaving any persons it passes by?  I only point this out because while they are civilians, and aren't quite the caliber of martial individuals such as ourselves, they are still a mob of people."</strong>