Re: Scouting Group
"Stand down, Marrok, Delaine," said Matthew levelly, oddly enough the voice of reason in nipping what might otherwise have been a nasty fight between the pair of men in the bud, before it could get well and truly off the ground. One black brow was up, though the rest of his face was serious. "Save it for camp. Infighting in dangerous territory serves no one, least of all the Maker or the Wardens." That said, Rhone was right in saying that they were burning daylight. The old thief flicked his gaze to the sky, judged the time for himself, then slid his gaze sideways and eyed the buildings, the rooftops. It would be quicker and simpler, to take off across the roofs and cut out the mess of navigating Norloth's streets - but not all of the group had such an option. The mere picture of Gulbrand up there in his heavy armor, for example, tiptoeing across the thatched roofs and likely plunging down into some poor farmer's living room, nearly set Matthew's lips to twitching in amusement.
He kept a sober mein, though, if nothing else for those present who still regarded him as someone to be respected. "As loath as I am to split up further, if we want to reach the Chantry before nightfall, the quickest way would be if myself and Pavak took to the roofs. We could likely be there and back in the time it would take a streetbound group to find their way there." Not to mention that the pair of them could probably outrun anything nasty they encountered in the dark, whereas the larger group would be penned in, forced to stand and fight. "Best case scenario, we find the villagers and light a signal fire. Worst case scenario -" He quickly amended what he had been about to say, his hands itching to make the sign of the Maker against his breast, "- we find what's left of the villagers, and run like the Archdemon itself is at our heels."