It wasn't a surprise that Argus had been given rank there, no. It was with a heavy heart, and a solemn set to the dragon's gait that they followed along. Argus felt her own body ache with the feeling as Argus tried to grapple for control with the ability she felt bubbling in the surface. An espionage- a spy It would prove interesting, if making the rest of their work within the Coalition on the back burner in exchange for the work done inside anther clan- would irk at them. The dragon offered a hum of agreement to their charge's own question. Ten eyes swirling between the two without any real pattern.

"I hope at least, well enough." The dragon rumbled in their own growl. The mask that lay across their features was present- and hint the aprehention in Stryker's judgement far from their own tone. Instead the dragon decided to crowd near the entrance of the cave, keeping onlookers and any eavesdroppers away with a wing draped across the cover of the wall.

Stryker was egar to push them both out- his clever little spies they would prove to be, and argus had the telling of a great one under her wing. The dragon was so well at trading stories that she felt no ill will on doing it again, it was only in their history that told them of a different kind. With a handler on their neck- with their loyalty to a sense of people rather than a cause: Argus felt the lingering hesitance fade in the reality settling around her.

"What are our missions, dear kingpin?" Would they be placed together? apart? There were only the two of them as far as the dragon knew- and four clans to which they needed the eyes. Argus could mayhaps proove to be in two places- but three? No, even they didn't have the reserves or ability to stay awake- stay active in all of these places.

Argus it would seem would be the first to move after the kingpin, dark eyes in a sea of pitch scrutinizing the chosen meeting place rather than watch their step. Though narrow the path Argus managed. Gripping along the edges of the side and keeping their wings pinned to the side.

Argus' mind was already clouded, what little attention could be paid gave a low hum as they followed the leader down, deeper. Chaz' was the healer, and simply put healing wasn't a road that Argus found well enough to put to use beyond a dire need. They had learned, long ago, but the times changed, medicine evolved, and the isle was still flourishing with all the wrong herbs for a medic born of sand. It was what brought them here, in the secret den where meetings would be held. Their large form at the back wall, even though the spacious room under the carve of waterfall.

Argus remained silent instead, watching for their own charge Ezrakel and Stryker both to speak. The dragon watching both behind a masked glance.