[Tav gets no debate at all; Pom accepts the tactics as presented, nodding before he's on the move for his part. Despite the metal on his boots, he slides along one side of tunnel, stalking in the shadows along the earthen wall like a predatory beast. Though he puts on a colorful facade most of the time, his voice as loud as his attire, he can be apparently be silent as the grave when he needs to be. It's not the behavior of someone trying to be quiet when they're unaccustomed to it, but the precise movement of someone trained in such methods.
He stops once he's near the party holding Purl, waiting for Tav to create an opening, his hand poised around him to grab his knife upon the signal.]
[The opening does not take long and is very obvious when it does. With a small gesture of his hand and a whispered word, darkness falls across most of the cavern. The bandits cry out in alarm, scrambling for weapons that they can't find in the inky blackness, and in his careful placement of his spell Tav had left a path around the edge of the area open for Pom to move around and snatch Purl away.
It's not a perfect plan, but neither of them are built for extended close combat and Tav would rather have this be over quickly.
He has a feeling they're going to be sorry they ever touched Purl by the time Pom is done wih them...]
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He stops once he's near the party holding Purl, waiting for Tav to create an opening, his hand poised around him to grab his knife upon the signal.]
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It's not a perfect plan, but neither of them are built for extended close combat and Tav would rather have this be over quickly.
He has a feeling they're going to be sorry they ever touched Purl by the time Pom is done wih them...]