Ingrid nodded at her brother-in-arms. "I do try. I made a point of trying to get to know the mages at the Keep. Learn about them. Their abilities. Their views. Some were... more willing than others."
She tapped her fingers against her armor. "We should have a second plan. A..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Back up. In case things go wrong. They do not seem likely to go well."
There was the suggestion to go to the tower, of course, but that idea was not one Ingrid especially relished taking on. She would stand out far too much, tall as she was, and so clumsy with the Orlesian tongue. It would require much listening, and she feared she would miss much that would matter, the words lost in translation.
"We should get started, sooner the better. Your orders, Knight-Commander?" She fixed her gaze on Urban, waiting for hs answer.