[center]Hive of Minds[/center]

Deneaerys stood near her three companions keeping silent, but listening intently to the ranger even as she scanned first the lone wasp, and then her two companions. The sight of the huge wasp made her shiver in disgust, and knew (and regretted) making her decision on taking this particular dreadful task. She shook her head slightly and let her gaze wonder back to her companions, dismissing the ranger. She took in first Ramza and his three companions, and eyebrow raising as she once again studied them, curious things. She'd seen them around the library but no more than once or twice, and she'd never really bothered to stop and say hi to people she knew, let alone people she didn't. She tilted her head slightly as she mused, wondering where on earth the man had come across his companions and then dismissed it, her attention turning to her other companion. She eyed him for a brief moment before turning to listen to the ranger speak, not minding too much to what he said, but glancing at the map briefly. 

She nodded once in understanding and listened to both of the men's questions regarding the wasps, intrigued by both sets of questions, wondering how on earth a settlement might help them. When Daniel asked his questions, her eyes lit up, just as Dragos settled in behind her, his warm breath blowing against her back as he chuckled slightly. She cleared her throat dryly. "I might not have explosives on hand, but I can definitely help you out with the fire aspect of things, although unless we are able to set up something to continuously burn the nest while we clear the stray wasps, I'm going to need a clear shot at the nest to start with." She looked at her two companions, an eyebrow raised.

[i] You do love to get yourself into these situations don't you, Dena?"[/i] Her guardian asked blithely, amused by her slight discomfit because of the wasps, and now she had gone and possibly put herself right in the center of the situation. Deneaerys ignored both his nickname for her, and his comment, because he was right. She always seemed to manage to pick the wrong missions. She sighed softly and mentally gritted her teeth, waiting for either of the men to respond to her comment of helping fire up the hive and get the slaughter started... or finished, depending on how much fighting they had to do beforehand.