The heat in her voice is rather uncharacteristic; she's had quite enough of Tian and his pretensions of nobility. "How do YOU propose we should assassinate a man held in the bowels of the Fortress of the Light, Delat? Announce our intentions at the gate and ask nicely to be let in? Pull out a sword and stab him through the bars of his cell? And how far do you think you will get before his guards do run you through? Or you do think the five of us can cut our way back out of a entire bloody stronghold of trained, armed soldiers?"

She gathers herself for a moment, before continuing in a calmer tone.

"This task do be more difficult than any of the others we've been given. A prisoner do be more closely watched than a free man. Careful thought and preparation is needed. To die for the Great Lord is honorable if necessary. To do so here would be idiotic." Xanthe had no wish to make the ultimate sacrifice. Not at her age. There was far too much left to do.