Well. That was fast. Tala hadn't been kidding when she said "won't be long now". Dex looked over at the encampment; apparently their opponents weren't very big on stealth. They were making such a ruckus, any idiot could hear them a mile away. Now, he still had no idea what their 'dangerous mission' was, but based on what the others had said it probably included something about beating up those rowdy chaps. Plus something about a manticore.
...Oh.....kay.
He needed to be armed for this stuff. Fireballs won't cut it in a group brawl. He checked his things: Knife? Check. Backup knives? Check. Blackjack? In his bag, as it should be.Tube of foul-tasting paint? Yup. Perfect.
"Well, I could go scout it out, if you'd like. I'm pretty good at that." He held out a hand. "Actually, scratch that. I'm amazing at that stuff." He took a step back, closing his eyes, and focused. Inner peace, that was the key to true stealth-ing. Inner peace and a well-placed curse.
A few seconds later, Dex's ratty form flickered, then vanished completely as the air appeared to swallow him. "Like this, see? I'm not too sure about slaying anything but I can sneak in and blow up stuff if you need me to." Reappearing a few steps away from his original position, he patted imaginary dust off his arms as he shivered slightly. "Uurgh, that still feels weird... Anyway. You're attacking those guys, right? Need me to look for anything? Or burn anything?"