As questions about the rock are bandied about, Aldric chuffs and then says abruptly, "There's no way to sneak up on it, so a direct route is our most strategic option."

He scowls at the others. "Once we are within 200 paces of the rock, we should fan out. Put space between us. Give anyone who might attempt to attack from a distance several targets instead of a mass. But we should be close enough to provide aid if needed. Two to two-and-a-half paces. Then we run."

Aldric slaps the side of his face, assumedly at a bug. "Keep an eye on each other and your surroundings. If anyone spots anything, wave your arms and point — do not call out," he stresses. "Pass the message down the line so we all know something's up."

Looking up at Rylan, he says, "While on horseback, you have the advantage of speed, but you will also be a larger target." He looks away, but adds, "Do with that what you wish."

The half-orc's shoulders and back go through a series of movements, causing his mail to jingle. "Any questions?"

Rylan shakes his head and beams, looking to the others. "This is exciting, no?" The words are barely out of his mouth before he's off, riding forward at an even pace.

As he pushes toward Lance Rock, he scans the horizon for threats, shield at the ready. Bending forward, he whisper's in Brandy's ear.

"Alright, girl. We all know your wits are sharper than mine. So, if you catch a whiff of something foul, you let me know, alright?" He gives her neck a loving pat. "That's a good lass."

Sylra listened quietly as the others weighed in, her attention divided between the crunch of their boots in the grassland and the faint shift of the wind across the open terrain. Rylan’s question earned the barest shake of her head, the whisper of hair brushing her cheek. “Stone does not bear good or evil,” she said evenly. “It only stands. What we bring into its shadow, and what chooses to dwell there, is another matter entirely.” Her voice was calm, but edged with caution, as though reminding them all not to be distracted by the shape of the landmark itself.

When Aldric laid out his plan, she gave a small, thoughtful nod. His brusque tone did not bother her—she had seen enough in her travels to know that weariness and years both sharpened a person into something harder. “A direct approach will leave little doubt of our intent,” she agreed. “If watchers lie ahead, they will see us coming regardless of the path we take. Spreading out will serve us well, though I would add this—watch the ground as carefully as the horizon. Such places are as often guarded by hidden snares as by men with bows.” She adjusted her staff against her shoulder, letting her words fall into the air with steady conviction.

As Rylan urged Brandy forward with eager words, Sylra glanced after him, then turned her gaze back to the others still gathered. “He is eager, but at least his eyes are open. Let us keep to Aldric’s formation. If there is danger ahead, better we meet it with steady feet than scattered ones.” With that, she shifted her pack and staff into place, ready to follow as the group pressed on toward the looming stone needle that pierced the horizon.