Kylara'anon listens to the various answers and then watches as Khalas presents his scroll while flicking his tongue about lecherously. "Another eccentric performance. You speak much, but say little. I have asked you, and the others, exactly one question and despite all your talking you have failed to answer it; how do you fit into my patrol? Bolt? Blade? Scout?"
She looks around at the rest. "Some of the rest of you have failed to answer as well. So be it. I will assign you as I like and if the role is not one you can carry out, then you will fail and failure in the underdark means death." She looks at the gith. "And my orders are not suggestions, they are orders. If you cannot take orders, do not come on this trip. As for disregarding orders...that is a choice everyone has before them. Each of us walks the web of destiny the great weaver spun for us long ago, and with every step we are faced with a choice of which strands to walk upon and which to pass by. When my orders come to you, or any one, you are at such a juncture on your own web of destiny; your choice is simple - follow the strand that is compliance with my order, or follow a strand that is not. You make the choice and you live, or die, with the consequences."
She shakes her head slightly while examining the scroll Khalas handed her. "We are wasting time with people's pointless posturing. I care not what you think of yourselves, and I cannot be intimidated by boasts, silence, spell or sword." She looks up, her eyes alight. "I serve the Goddess Supreme, and none of you are She. Now, lets move. Tavia, you were hired as the guide and scout, so you will take lead scout. Xryanma, as our only other self-identified scout, you will take up the trail position. Ensure we are not overtaken by surprise. Farviaan, you will be first-blade, trailing Tavia at whatever distance makes her comfortable with her scouting. Xune, you are a bolt for now, with emphasis on healing. I realize that healing those who are incompetent enough to get themselves sorely wounded may chafe against your sensibilities, however, we do not have legions of slave troops or commoners to throw into the fray; what we have here is all that we have, so we must safeguard our resources. The rest of you...well...you have not bothered to tell me what it is that you do, so I do not know. Unless you tell me your talents, I will assume you are expendable fodder and treat you as such. Also, if you step out that door with us, I shall assume you accept my offer of payment and submit to my command." She nods to Tavia. Lead us out.
