As they ready themselves for the possible encounter ahead, Vispilius chooses a grog with an axe, and cuts himself a stave, heavy, and as tall as himself, and that includes at least one stout branch. He has the grog clean it of any smaller branches, and uses it as a walking stick, tho' it is far heavier than most would choose for such, and that and the extra branches make it overly cumbersome as a weapon. Further, Vispilius is rarely seen without a weapons belt and shortsword, and this morning is no exception. But he now bears both, as he lays an arm across one of the crooks of the branch, and leaning on it disagrees with Titius' suggestion.
"I do not believe that approaching with weapons ready is the best choice if we are to convince this creature to treat with us. The guards should be ready to draw them, certainly, but if we appear like we're looking for a fight, I have no doubt we'll find one, perhaps of our own making. If we are to have any success in speaking before fighting, any chance at all, we should come with open hands, not drawn bows. We should not only give it chance to act peacefully, but due cause, as well... "
He pauses, thinking to himself a moment, and privately reflecting on the choices his Parens made in selecting and limiting his studies regarding certain subjects.
"Does any here know aught of the Fae, their ways and customs, that we might bring some recognized token of respect... I'm not sure what... erm, perhaps... an olive branch, or a bowl of milk and honey?..."
These last are distinctly questions more than suggestions, and more than a bit incongruous, as Vispilius has distinctly marked signs of a fae heritage about his own features, and his eyes have a markedly fae shape and inhuman hue to them.
"Something, anything to counter the appearance of a squad of men armed for battle?"