Vlad wasn't a fan of being called a stooge by the Krusczek but he did agree on the goal of knocking off the witch. With little to no clue though, Vlad imagined he'd need to rely on the more adept members of their little hunting party to do the actual tracking. He was fully aware that he was more of a meat shield than anything when it came to adventuring and was more than willing to stand back and wait for his time to shine.
Speaking of, a loud crash rang out as the area began to fill with gas. Unable to realistically do anything about the mysterious fumes, Vlad pulled a javelin from his bag and began to look around for the culprit.