"You sound confident about your craft, niño."

Death drummed his fingers on the handles of his folded sickles as he turned to face Ardyn with an easy smile. "Are you sure just running in should be our opening move, quest leader? I could sneak in and rattle our nest of rats a bit... set the mood."

Or hey, they could all take the stealthy approach and watch the wolf's preparation in action. He's not picky.