Rygel spins his chair and sits backwards in it, leaning over the back to survey the table.  He maintains eye contact with the Sister while she's looking at him, but can hardly resist some more appraising glances when her attention is elsewhere.  "Ansalia, how about you and me escort Alyx up toward the monastery?  I've been wanting to head out with you and see if I could pick up a few moves anyway - big rats and bugs are just about interesting enough as practice dummies to work up a sweat.  Have you got a silvered weapon?  I'll happily expend my spells to kill a lycanthrope, but I don't want you caught with your pants down...skirts up?  You know what I mean.  In any event, after we drop her off we can go see what there is to be done about the vermin."<br/><br/>"I trust Maestri can sow disorder amongst the ranks of such weak-willed troops as ogres and trolls.  Get a few of them subverted, and we can roll in there easily.  Who wants to back him up?"