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	Nabi rubbed at the back of her neck as Quintin relayed all the information he had. Thankfully, like her, he seemed to be capable of brevity and clarity in his speech, which allowed her to keep up almost as he spoke, despite the slight language barrier - she was not a native speaker of Rodorian, after all. She mentally noted down as much as she needed to immediately know as Quintin spoke.
 	[i]At least twenty and six, assume more, armed and patrolling - assume pickets or sentries on watch. One hour's walk north, abandoned farm. Healer held hostage. A sizeable quantity, roughly half-platoon by Erashyir standard, but not insurmountable... Focus. Element of surprise [b]mandatory[/b], speed and extreme aggression likely necessary to overwhelm the enemy before hostage is able to be harmed.[/i] Hm. Not quite enough information to plan an attack, but enough to locate the enemy and commence observation.

	"Nabi, do you have anything you might need to bring along that's not currently on you?" Jordan spoke up, bringing Nabi's attention away from her mental planning and back to the social situation at hand. She thought for a moment, glancing at Quintin and then back at herself - she was garbed and armed in much the same manner as he, at least, so some Rodorians knew at least the basics of ranging and scouting. Good. She shook her head in response to Jordan's query. 
	[color=000000][b]"No. But Mister Quintin, I have two questions, if I may. Do you know the frequency and number of bandits of their patrols, and do we know of any pattern to them? If not, then I can get moving right away for observation. They do not appear to be on the move any time soon as you say, and time is once again ticking..."[/b][/color] She watched with a small level of sympathy as Jaelnec seemed to slump and slouch away back towards the manor after Jordan requested he fetch the others. 
	[color=000000][b]"Could not someone [i]else[/i] have done that? We could really use as much help as we can get..."[/b][/color]