"My dear Wren, for you, I would compose a ballad that soothed the most rabid of bar room brawlers, and brought tears of envy to the eyes of every woman in the room." Anton said with a smile as his fingers changed tune once again, to a stirring romantic theme that poured out of the lute. He turned his attention to the other activities in the room then.<br/><br/>Anton watches as the scrying is completed and members of the party begin to suggest plans. Adrian's new playmate begins talking about how she can use nontraditional tactics, but isn't much for fighting, and Adrian speaks of a small cadre of them making the assault alone. Since no one is suggesting he make the suicide run, he isn't too terribly concerned, but he does frown as he hears the plan.<br/><br/>"All we know is the necromancer is there, with at least a few of his minions. For all we know, whatever building he is in may be a lair for a great number of ugly and nasty creatures, or have an old graveyard beneath it he uses to replenish his stock of undead. I think sending a small, lone task force in would be suicidal. We need to find a way to discover the exact location of that house, so we can bring our full force to bear upon them." Anton said simply, once his suggestion was made he returned his attention to his music.