[ Stealth has its upsides and downsides. Generally though, Arthur enjoys the thrill. It's all a balancing act, one that counts on skill as much as it does chances and percentages of success. But this is what he's good at, this is why Cobb trusted him as his point man for so long. Handling multiple threads of information, making and changing plans on a dime– it's so ingrained anymore that he barely has to think about it.

Besides, causing a distraction should be much easier than extracting information from someone's mind.

Currently, he's sticking to the shadowed outskirts of the camp, intent on spoiling A.) their food supply and B.) their rides. But as he slinks closer to the tied off horses, he sees them already in an irritated state, hooves pawing at the sand uselessly. Seems like someone beat him here. ]

If you mean the horses, that would defeat the purpose of riling the soldiers. [ His voice is quiet as he gets closer, footsteps masked entirely by the sand. ] As for the soldiers, we're not to tamper too evidently. I'm sure you'll get your fill when the slow process of warfare starts.