Eager to get dinner started, Silas was almost prepared to help Horo and Lawrence in setting up dinner, almost. It seemed like they didn't need any help at all however, and before long the table was set and dinner was served. The stew was better than it had any right to be; rich and hearty, it was an excellent example of Horo's culinary expertise. Silas was busy filling himself with the stew while he listened to Lawrence explain their situation,<em><strong>these bandits have some brains to them</strong></em>the Rogue mused,<em><strong>even when it seems to be a sure thing they maintain a 4-1 advantage.</strong></em><br/><br/>Silas couldn't help but lean in and listen intently as Mr. Oleg explained the apparent leadership of these groups; bandits were more centralized than people want to believe, following one or two leaders (often chosen due to intelligence or force of arms) and scattering once their commanders are struck down. Apparently, they'd have to look out for an attractive dusky woman and some try-hard, "<strong>I'll be keeping my eye out for those two, although I'd much prefer to meet the former.</strong>"<br/><br/>With his stew all but finished, Silas mopped up the remaining juices in his bowl with a scrap of bread while listening to Oriana give her plan, giving a nod of agreement as he chewed and swallowed, "<strong>Oriana here's got the right of it. Strike 'em unawares, take one alive, and than go patrol the South-West once we've handled the stragglers. Once combat begins I'd hit the leader first; bandits are <em>not</em> soldiers, kill their leader and they'll panic.</strong>" Silas pushed his plate away, giving a satisfied stretch before covering his mouth for a burp, listening to Oriana give the rest of them a barbless jab... Or perhaps a challenge? "<strong>That was a magnificent meal, Mrs. Oleg. Maybe when things are quieter around here you could teach me a thing or two about cooking</strong>" Silas gave a smirk to Oriana as he glanced over at her before returning to the Kitsune, "<strong>someone's gonna have to cook for these folk out in the wilds, might as well be me.</strong>"<br/><br/>Finished with his little point of pride, Silas returned back to the matter at hand, looking to his three companions as they got into the meat of the matter, "<strong>If it was my choice, which it very well should, I'd aim to get either the coward or a grunt. The higher up you go on the food chain, the harder it is to extract information. Besides, it's not like we're trying to learn the ins and outs of their organization, just the basics; where are your camps? Where does your pay come from? Who do you ship your spoils to? These are things any brigand would know, and if they refuse to speak... Well...</strong>" Silas idly fingered a knife on his hip, the ball of his thumb gently rubbing against the blade's tip, "<strong>there are always way to make them talk.</strong>"