Daewen nodded, sheathing her blade finally and placing the sharpening stone back in her pack. She drew one knee up to her chest, green eyes studying him intently, listening to his words. "It is a good plan. We may want to try a few feints, to see if there are magical wards set that we would not normally notice until it is too late. It may be worth the risk of giving them a false alarm early and waiting to see if they alter their security any as well."
Daewen gave him a sympathetic smile. "If you are not paranoid, you are most likely dead. Of course they want you to fail. They want only the best, and they won't consider you the best until you prove them wrong."