Kelda sat close to the fire, breathing in the smoke. The nutty aroma was half-way intoxicating, and was only sweatened by the rabbit she insisted on roasting despite plentiful food supplies. Perhaps rabbit was barbaric, but god was it delightful, she could skin and prep one blindfolded, and if she were to dine in the King's halls, she would request rabbit, rabbit and wild berry.

"Well, the best option is the simplest, walk through as inconspicuously as possible, leave the useless caravan as a distraction and carry on more stealthily." Kelda admittedly liked not having to burden down Agna with supplies, but it was a burden that outweighed having to kill someone.

She would have been more keen to a direct onslaught if her sword was back up to par. She never unsheathed the slender blade at her waist, and in fact seemed as though she forgot it was there, only interested in the brutish, awkwardly weighted thing.

"If we can, bribe them, if we can't, flourish our weapons, puff up our demeanor and run in every direction, facing each one separately. If anyone dies we take their supplies and head on. Though if that person be me, bury me with one of Agna's horseshoes."

Kelda the eternal pragmatist.