Charlotte nods to Victor. "Good plan. Just be careful not to hit Mortimer or I..." She smiles slightly, though it seems strained.
This is just great. The bard and I are going to go up against four orcs, on our own, with support from an archer who very well may hit us...
You could always let someone else figure out a plan.
There isn't time. Sildarin is already at the boat, and in a moment, he'll be attacking the orc. If we don't move now...
What loss would he be?
...he helps the group. He is a valuable member of the team.
...bull. You like him, and won't let his efforts die in vain.
...I'm doing what must be done. That's all.
Right... you just go ahead and keep telling yourself that. It might eventually become true...
Shut up.
"Let's go." Charlotte says angrily, and starts to head towards the position marked on her crude map, pausing for a moment to let Victor catch up with her and pulling out the rapier Serbanas gave her.
"Do you need a weapon?" She asks the bard. "If you do, you can use my other rapier..."