Speaking of people who aren't leaders, Alistair is standing forward toward the fortress, as near as he can without going too far, and bouncing the heel of one foot. It's a childish motion. A pointless position. There's nothing to see, and when they do move forward, he won't be able to do his usual crashing-ahead-into-danger-and-dealing-with-the-cuts-and-bruises-and-burns-later thing. He'll have to follow people who are actually capable of creeping.

It's killing him. Maybe literally. Days shaved off his lifespan for every minute they stand here.

So at Detlef's suggestion he looks back over his shoulder at him with something close to a glare. But he doesn't disagree. It probably is smarter. Alistair just resents that it is.