Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

He ignores the reaction of the man with heda. They haven't met, and it's a fair one, given Argent is for all intents and purposes a member of Blackfeather. He pauses before answering heda's question - enough time to see Cicero slip into view. It's a calculated move, for sure. The darkness of the forest provides ample cover for those native to it, and especially for the sneak.

"Yes," he murmurs, watching him walk away at his almost casual pace. The titan glances at heda and her companion, ready to follow her orders, but: "the forest is treacherous and dark," he warns, "they will want to take us by surprise." And Argent is of no use to them there - he is a light coated giant, a bright beacon of their position. 

He wonders if he should part from them, even though Cicero surely knows the ruse by now and will report it to Vaati... with heda's coloration, she could make more use of the shadows than he. He has largely avoided the meadow where that dangerous Willow lies -- unaware of the existence of the spores, but knowing that proximity brings with it enough feelings of unease he did not want to venture close enough to figure out the cause. "However you decide to proceed, be cautious." 

At the end of the day, Argent is not clever enough to be a strategist. His role as rogue has drawn to a close; it is heda's law he will follow now, however the commander decides to proceed.