Let the Scholar check the facts that they may have on hand first, and then we'll march.

[ it's been years since he had led a group that did not just obey whatever thought he had on his mind. his clones were simple things, easy to dictate to and it takes him a moment to get his thoughts in order. he too was a Red Mage, though he had been defaulting to Scholar out of the sheer stubbornness of being stubborn. but today he was going to spar, so he had been geared up as such. how lucky that there were two that could cast light heals in the party. ]

I wish that we had snagged a Thief; they could at least check for traps far easier than us. Scholar, when you are ready, we shall start.