What's the Plan, Stan?

As Setekh's words hung heavy in the air, Talyssa considered the multi-layered analogy. His observation was astute; they had indeed been discussing survival skills pertinent to more than just the physical terrain. From the corner of her slate grey eyes, she observed his frosty countenance. His eyes seemed to hold a chill that matched the winter atmosphere, yet she couldn't help but notice the spark of intrigue that danced within them. A spark that she had not expected from someone like him.

"Indeed." She started, turning to face him fully, her pale steel gaze meeting his unwaveringly. "The same principles can equally be applied to situations of conflict with others - observation of the opponent, contemplation of their weaknesses and strengths, and then decisive execution of a carefully planned strategy. It is quite unsettling to think of oneself as being the potential quick sand, but it is a crucial perspective to consider. To understand how you can be outmaneuvered by a foe is a key step towards formulating an effective defence." She finished, her shoulders shifting in a silent sigh. The world was a complicated weave of power-struggles and shifting alliances, where strengths become weaknesses under the right - or wrong - circumstances. She admired that this man recognized the bigger picture than the little discussion she led.

"Talyssa Carpathius"