"Well, that's one plan," Brother Pelegon whispers a bit louder than is comfortable, obviously not impressed with the centaur's idea.
"Why don't we follow them, all quiet-like," he suggests instead, "Then we can see for ourselves. Don't want to shed blood unless really needed."
His words are serious, but Pelegon trembles and sways on his feet while saying it, his eyes unfocused, as if going through alcohol withdrawal. One could worry about him giving away their positions by being loud or clumsy, but it doesn't happen.