A cracking and unsteady voice reiterates advice, They'll comb the woods for us. We'd never be in the city, we'd get killed in the city. That's why 5 monstrous humanoids are going to be in the city. That's where we aren't. Even with his emphasis the sound is barely above a whisper, Pok looks around conspiratorially.
Puffing out his little chest, Pok points to his heart with his thumb, In my expert opinion, Sheeva, you are a seductress, and a spy, or a fool. Yes, I can handle completing my mission, even if that requires returning bodies to the Flamists. Can your conscience bear the weight, if in your haste, this group traipses unprepared into the middle of an enemy stronghold and several members die? Mine can't, especially after already losing Lanharath to... Pok shakes his head, and returns to his accusation with even more confidence, Sure! You can see, but did you even consider the safety of anyone else? No, you've lost sight of the mission. Or you're here to counter our efforts. Which is it? Pok's tone builds in confidence as the words spill forth, until his voice is strong and resonant in his rebuttal.
Pok sends a short but concise message to Valahad as an aside, *Khyber Cultists revolve around the dark...*