Smirking at the shifter, the wizard chides, 'Patience, good monk of Light. I am not in favor of rushing headlong into a trap. No doubt the heavies to the north know we are coming and have taken appropriate measures. Of course we must confront them, but I would do so with as much foresight, planning, and equipment as possible.'
Turning his gaze upon Corran, Genithar bows in aquiesense, responding, 'Your wisdom shines through, friend. I shall endeavor to protect myself and rely on your holy powers to see me through, should it be needed.'
Addressing Mathew then, the elf comments, 'Can you command Store to follow and then aid us? Or will it not function thusly?'
Moving over to the still open chest, Genithar grabs the repair oil and tucks it in his belt, nodding to the others as he says, 'I am ready to proceed, comrades. I suggest Lorth take the lead as scout, followed by Balnibar who may be able to fire off a pinpoint attack, then Store, Mathew, Corran, and finally myself. I can listen at any doors for trouble too, if it is so wished.'
Drawing the tanglefoot bag and shoving it into his belt for quick access, Genithar then loads his crossbow and nods his readiness.
ooc, north it is