Edmund blinked, and then nodded, and tossed the washboard and sticks over to one of the villagers, who snatched it in the air, and easily took over where the former noble left off. Edmund then got to his feet, pulled his cloak closer to himself, and approached Cecilia and Ysena. "Excuse me? Lady Cecilia?" he called up over the nose. "You seem to surround yourself with a good deal of strong and clever people, from your two knights, the mage, the swordswoman, and now the wyvern rider and the lady mercenary." A smile akin to a cat spread on his lips. "But do you have anyone you consider a tactician? An adviser?"