Hanzen mountain. [i]Shit.[/]

Even without Lenz’s almost condescending speech, Chad knew that the mountain was extraordinarily close to the capital, and troops likely had easy access from the capital. If they were discovered, they would be obliterated by the Astopolan army and the diplomatic row that he’d feared would become reality. They would have to approach the situation very carefully. And of course, the situation would only get worse if the posh butler just sat around doing nothing. 

“That is an incredibly risky operation,” started Chad, musing over their options. “Of course, I’ll figure out the “combat part,” or however you put it, but like it or not, you’re fighting. We would need to prioritize getting in and making sure no word gets out to the capital, or we’ll be surrounded before you can say “holy church.”” 

Of course, that entailed posting sentries on the outside perimeter the place, and perhaps splitting the party in two to find this Mr. Warren. The plan would continue with Lyra spearheading the party going in; if she could stealth the party somehow, then that would be done, but if not, they would be going in with a full assault. The second party, likely consisting of a half-dozen men from the ship, would hold their flank and another six would be posted as sentries. 

“I assume you could at least prevent word from getting to the capital, Mr. Lenz? Now that we know the challenge of this operation, we most certainly need all the competent men we have.”