"That would be me, unless one of you guys want to give it a go." Hank said with an arched eyebrow as he looked at the two dressed in black, and then to the rest of the new arrivals. Upon seeing the image of Sheila in the Eye of Kamalor the Mentalist still held in his hand, his eyes widened at the thought of one of his closest friends taking such a dangerous risk. "You should have been keeping tabs on her and the others." He snapped at Cole. "We could have been able to do something for her sooner if you were." In a much calmer tone, Hank then turned to the Ninja, "I thought there was a reason Dungeon Master let YOU keep the Eye."
Collecting his thoughts, the Ranger then opened the door to the room and began leading the others out to the patch of grass the Minstrel created. "Now, there are seven horses here and eight of us. Glitter, you and Carrie stay in the rear, we'll need you two to help out if things start going bad. Garrett, you and the others are going to play 'back-up' for Bobby and myself. With any luck, whoever Cole saw with with those guards won't prove to be too tough for us to take out." Mounting his steed, he continues, waiting for the others, "Venger's Fortress is in that direction and Sheila is somewhere between here and there. We've got to get to her before those soldiers do, so let's move out."
