<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Maximus.jpg)</div>"As you call it," Cail tosses a sideways grin to Wren, "my misspent youth generally taught me how to hurt people. I seem to have made it a habit. But it's also taught me to look at the big picture and...assess priorities." He taps his sword lain on the table (an ancient tool dressed in black leather, its guard and pommel still proud beneath the many scars it's earned in the service of countless heroes), its belt wrapped around the scabbard, between pointing to the assembled heroes in turn. "Wren, how long will it take you to canvass your contacts? Red," he looks at Adrian, "what could you do with 20 souls a night? Why 20? Why is that the limit? Clinks," this towards Ghaazala, accented by her chains clinking, "where has the prey fled beneath? Kitty," this to the catsuit on his right, between himself and the captain, "any insights?"<br/><br/>He waits a beat and adds before the question can be asked, "The rest of us may have to be happy waiting and training. We can't do much without intelligence."