Latham sighs and rubs his hands together, seemingly relieved to have this former ordeal dealt with. While he does not relish being the center of everything, he understands when his arcane power is needed. Finally in a safe place, he finally assesses the company he is with.
It seems that traveling with him are a member of each line of magic: arcane, divine, invocational, and then Caul. Latham is still bewildered by the man's potency, how he derives his abilities. Ilshana's magical manipulations fill in beautifully where the others lack. The hunter's arrows are as potent as any weapon, able to strike at insane distances. And three potent fighters round out the group. Van is a mystery, enough so to elicit suspicion, but powerful and loyal. Nathira wields great power in her weaponry, in her stalwart precision. And then Dehg, sweet Dehg is just pure anthropomorphised brutality, quite beautiful to watch. These are very powerful people he travels with, their only lack is in healing, but that is nothing a few wands could not mend.
Latham walks behind Janelle and whispers to her, "You should be able to cast from my scrolls, should you not? That could be very beneficial."
He stands back from her after her response and addresses the rest, "What say we refresh ourselves with a quick breakfast and see what our new cleric idiot has to say?" he finishes with a wink toward Arast. This ought to be a fun day, would you agree? he sends over to Caul with a sinister smile.