Sleeping Tiger was about to protest but bit down on it. Just because something wants to leap out of you, there's no reason to let it do so. So while it was his instinct to let Eragos know that his gut said he'd cause the most damage staying hidden, obfuscating his movements, he finally nodded.
"Alright, then, I'll go with you."
Either way made sense. He was best at setting traps, tricking men into fighting where they were labored and disadvantaged, and exploding from nowhere. But he could fight in the open. He could kill men even when they knew he was coming, and he'd been proving it lately. Maybe some of the Riders weren't that reliable; they couldn't all be as talented as the ones he'd been traveling with. Maybe Eragos just wanted to stand next to someone that reminded him of his home--since he'd be fighting against that too.
Sleeping Tiger tossed his cigar away and uncorked his canteen.