Rashial gave Keating a funny look from the wall, then, without getting off of the wall, said, "A black horse with matching saddle?" He chuckled quietly, "I don't know what you're used to, but we're breaking in, not attending a ball. We agree that the chances of us riding in tonight are slim. Besides, he hired us to see if we can break in, not come in for tea."
With this Rashial got off the wall and said, "It's my turn now, this is ridiculous," to himself.
"We need a map, if we can get one. But I'm willing to bet the average, even the experienced, thief could not, so lets not hold our breath that we'll be given one. Rope is a good idea. I say we float the fairy up to the roof, and have the Struct... yes, I know, Dink...I knew! Yes, lets have the Struct throw the small between us up on the roof. It was announced that I'm a changeling and I can change into a monkey. Monkeys are small, yes, I know. Olan, I think it would possibly be best to try and through me up on the roof rather than you. Or better yet, I could just climb up. Either way, that would give us two on the roof, with ropes if we take them, and we can secure the ability for the rest of the team to climb up.
"However, we, or at least I...I said I...hush now!" he said, swinging his hand through the air above his head at nothing, as though swatting at an impossibly small fly, "Believe it would be best for half the team to come from the roof or top story, and half the team to come from the floor level. Of course, once we see the place, or a map, we can refine these plans. What'cha think?" He finished, looking first at Olan, then Dink, then Orfeo. His gaze met the team leader's, then he looked on towards the quartermaster, saying loudly, "Sir, no disrespect, we were sent here for supplies, I would assume."
Finally, he looked at Keating, running his eyes up and down his figure, as though sizing him up, then, quietly to himself, said, "Yes, I know...a black horse with matching saddle, simply ridiculous!" At this he broke into incomprehensible mumbling and fits of laughter, occasionally looking back at Keating.