Henry walked over to Sorael and put a hand on his shoulder, feigning a bored yawn.
"As nice and peaceful as this meadow is, we're not getting anything done here, my man." Henry stated. "You know, if you sent Malyc, Aaron, and myself out as a scouting committee, maybe our little mission would go way more smoothly. Are you catching my drift?
Malyc is an Aquean and probably one of the better fighters here, Aaron since he's a mage and I'm not going to be the one casting magic in this scouting team, and myself? Well, I know the mountains like the back of my hand, and someone has to be the devilishly good-looking one, right?"
Henry pointed Sorael in the direction of the two comrades he nominated for the scouting group and gave him a grin that stretched from ear-to-ear.
"So, what do ya say?"