Be vewy, vewy quiet

Gurkirat pondered the information relayed by Talathel. He pulled out his map and consulted it briefly, but in reality had already made his mind up. No more putting it off just because it makes my manly bits recede into my stomach. "I suggest the two of us creep ahead and hit these rats with a sneak attack. You should go first since you have the better senses this day. Hopefully we can manage a hit from afar and then as the come at us we can use one of the poison clouds."

Gurkirat glanced back at Starks and the two henchmen. "You two linger back out of earshot but as soon as we engage these foes, come up and help us as soon as you can. We'll drop back after we get their attention." He started to creep around the corner but then paused and came back. "I recommend getting out your ranged silver weapons unless you wish to run into the cloud to kill the rats. You can hold your breath to avoid the poison, but I don't relish a fight without my precious breath. Up to you though." Following his own advice he pulled his sling from one pocket and some bullets from the other and nodded his head at Talathel to lead the way.