-----After Sol gives Thunder a final companionable clap on the stallion's shoulder, and wanders over to rejoining the group, he eyes Jeilin and Jyan, seemingly in consideration, "Also, we're all fairly familiar with each other's strengths, but I need t'know what both o' ye can offer us fer th' coming struggle. Jeilin, ye seem t'carry a crossbow wi' practiced ease, but do ye have any magic-y ability?" Sol's technical term is accompanied by an equally unhelpful waggle of his fingers.
-----"Jyan, what spells do ye have for us? Sar... th' last mage we traveled wi' could control large explosions o' fire an' things similar. I don't expect that, but I would like t'know what ye have nonetheless." As he speaks, Sol is slowly divesting himself of his armour, taking special care removing his spaulders, and torso plates and chain. This reveals his worn bandages beneath, and he eyes Rinda ruefully, expecting the worst.
-----Whisper looked up from his meticulous inspection of his latest reconstructed arrows' fletching. His eyes ran over Sol as the warrior slowly divested himself of his armour, narrowing at the number of bindings. Rising smoothly from his cross-legged seat, the Elf inserted the arrow into the quiver that contained his normal shafts, and drew out the parchment that contained his crude map.
-----Waiting patiently as Rinda tended to the still wounded Gorian, Whisper began formulating a few of his own ideas, and moved forward once the ministrations were done, snapping his fingers for attention, and once again, beckoning his companions closer.
-----Placing the map on the ground, he started as he had the previous day. His finger indicated the barn at the outskirts. "The Children. Well guarded. Rigged to burn." His finger moved. "The inn. Older folk. Guarded." Another move. "Stables." Whisper indicated some smaller buildings, having had time to refine his map in conjunction with the added scouting Rinda, Raven and himself had done last night. "Commanders." However, he qualified this by shaking his hand in an uncertain manner.
-----Whisper sketched a circle around the village proper. "Goblins, Hobgoblins. Black Riders." He would let either Raven or Rinda explain about the affiliation the riders displayed. Then he traced the path up to the river line. "Gold mine. Younger folk. Maybe thirty hands of Orcs." His voice had become slightly scratchy and hoarse towards the end, despite the almost whisper he spoke in.
-----Leaning back, he gestured for Raven and Rinda to continue, and explain about the guards in the village itself.
-----At Sol's question, Jeilin lowers her staff with which she was sighting a distant hill. "The Wanderer manifests in the ways of the elements, wayfinding, light and darkness, and of course celestial communion." She then carefully packs away her parchments and tools and walks over for the discussion. "I have prayed for help in obscuring our movements, making distractions, and some elemental attacks."
-----Then as Whisper begins to speak, the small priestess kneels next to the map and leans closer to inspect it with interest, while the explanation is being given.
-----“By the Great Hunter’s grace, cure these wounds,” Rinda says soothingly as she touches the cloth protecting Sol’s wounds. She then casts an angry eye up at Sol, but otherwise remains silent. The bleeding practically stops beneath the bandages, and though still a bit tender, Sol actually looks a bit healthier.
-----“I do not know if my spells will benefit the group as a whole,” Jyan answers the young warrior somewhat apologetically. “I carry two Magic Missile spells, a Ventriloquism spell, a Protection from Evil spell, a Hold Portal spell, a knock spell, a deafness spell and a Haste spell. With what I have, I may do best to defend rather than do face-to-face battle.”
-----Moving over to observe Whisper’s map, Raven looks over at Sol and says, “The ones Whisper calls the black riders are more of those horned priests we fought a few days ago before we met Whisper.”
-----“Those are the ones who worship the god of hate,” added Rinda as she moved up alongside the Hunter. “We also hunted and fought them when we first met Lovan.”
-----“Ahh,” Lovan grunted menacingly, “Those bastards are there, are they?”
-----“I’m beginning to think they’re as much in control of Ravenhold as Sintor is,” Raven states before glancing back at the map.
-----“They’ll be armed,” Garrison says wincing through clenched teeth, “not only with weapons, but spells too. They seem to like those spells that keep a body from moving.” The woodsman looks over at Sol.
-----“Then they may be first to feel the Fury,” Lovan says with a heated glow.
-----Sol mutely nodded at Whisper's, Jeilin's and Jyan's contributions, before turning to the displeased huntress, "Thank ye, Rinda, that feels better already." Carefully, the young warrior begins to stretch some of the newly healed muscles, as if testing their slightly revitalized limits. Satisfied with the results, he bends down over the map to get a closer look, taking a good minute to have a look over sketchings, only glancing up at the others once he's finished. A weary frown is present at the situation, but this gets shaken off in favour of determination as Sol lays out his lines of thought.