Battle plans had a way of shifting beyond his control, usually because of his reckless decisions, but this was different than a massive war. This was nothing more than a hunting expedition. Track and find a man that had been depriving shop owners of their livelihood and injuring others. He was a stag in the woods, sharp and quick, but fairly easy to fell, so long as they remained sharp.

"More than a few, I would think." This was the part that gave him pause. "My first instinct would be to charge in, but that leads us exposed and gives him time to escape. "There is infiltration, but we haven't the time to scout or inspect the hideout, once we find it. We would be going blind."

He glanced up at Edmund, searching his face for suggestions. While it was his mission, he was never a man to make decisions without first seeking advice or council from the men that followed him.