Rachel gritted her teeth in irritation. This man had done absolutely nothing to put her mind at ease, in fact just about every single thing he did made her more inclined to avoid dealing with him entirely. [i]We have two choices. Kill him and take his supplies, the only risks there are him hurting one of our number and then getting out of the desert afterward. Though we were faring fine before he showed up, we just need supplies and we'll make it. We outnumber him so he'd fall relatively quickly, besides if we deal with him now he can't backstab us further down the road. On the other hand we could spare him, take him with us, have easy access to his supplies, and have him lead us out of here. But he could betray us at any time. The question is, which choice is right? The smart move, or the gambler's move?[/i] 

The tactician was torn, they had a clearly smarter course of action in just killing the mage and being done with it. But she really didn't want to kill anyone, even this loathsome character. No, she really didn't want to make this call, but nevertheless, a call had to be made. Rachel was thinking, hard. It was almost as if smoke was rising from her ears. Finally she turned to the troublesome dark mage. "Allow us but a moment to converse amongst ourselves." She turned to the small group gathered behind her. "We have two options, kill him and take his supplies, or allow him with us and open ourselves to treachery down the road. What do you guys think?" Rachel was at a loss, she knew she should've made a call, in fact she knew what call should've been made. It was the call her father would've made, but she just couldn't do it.