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– I’ve had enough! – Ushumgallu, who was leading the way, turned around and started shaking Ilka by the shoulders, causing his armor to rattle. – With this attitude, we definitely won’t make it back. Alright, let’s stop, discuss the plan, and refresh our memory on everything we’ve been taught. Because Jack doesn’t care about our lives, and probably doesn’t care about his own either.
– So, – Ushumgallu points his fingers at the shield, pretending to be a strategist studying a map. – What could possibly go wrong? First, we won’t be able to fly far enough on these makeshift gliders. If we can’t fly together, we’ll just turn back and walk. If roughly half of us can’t fly, the rest will regroup, gather together, and walk. Second, we end up in a significant minority on the arena. We take a favorable position and hold out until Jack sets the bomb and we make a quick escape. We protect the frail bodies of the General and the sailor; they protect us. Obviously, in the darkness and chaos, someone might get lost, and may the Goddess forbid, it will be one of you. I’ll find you in the afterlife and beat you up again. So, we watch out for each other. Third, we do everything right, but the others fail, and the entire Shina is swarming with Felicianians. If anyone doesn’t remember, Shina is southeast of the Stronghold. To the southwest is the sea, and to the north is death itself. Then we gather and run, I mean, run as fast as we can south through the outskirts. Into the desert. And again, we walk to the gates. They probably don’t have many horses, and the infantry won’t catch up. That’s it!
Ushumgallu cleared his throat. His throat was dry after this inspiring speech.
– This means that we must be prepared to walk several miles through the desert. Everyone should have at least a couple of water skins and some provisions. Definitely a pair of boots and a cloak. There should be no bandits, no monsters, but I would definitely take one sound mage per group. I didn’t say this in front of everyone, or instead of the trembling Ilka, we would have the entire squad trembling, and that… well, that’s just great. If someone could subtly hint to these poor guys, that would be nice. Is that okay? Have you changed your mind about dying?
– So, – Ushumgallu points his fingers at the shield, pretending to be a strategist studying a map. – What could possibly go wrong? First, we won’t be able to fly far enough on these makeshift gliders. If we can’t fly together, we’ll just turn back and walk. If roughly half of us can’t fly, the rest will regroup, gather together, and walk. Second, we end up in a significant minority on the arena. We take a favorable position and hold out until Jack sets the bomb and we make a quick escape. We protect the frail bodies of the General and the sailor; they protect us. Obviously, in the darkness and chaos, someone might get lost, and may the Goddess forbid, it will be one of you. I’ll find you in the afterlife and beat you up again. So, we watch out for each other. Third, we do everything right, but the others fail, and the entire Shina is swarming with Felicianians. If anyone doesn’t remember, Shina is southeast of the Stronghold. To the southwest is the sea, and to the north is death itself. Then we gather and run, I mean, run as fast as we can south through the outskirts. Into the desert. And again, we walk to the gates. They probably don’t have many horses, and the infantry won’t catch up. That’s it!
Ushumgallu cleared his throat. His throat was dry after this inspiring speech.
– This means that we must be prepared to walk several miles through the desert. Everyone should have at least a couple of water skins and some provisions. Definitely a pair of boots and a cloak. There should be no bandits, no monsters, but I would definitely take one sound mage per group. I didn’t say this in front of everyone, or instead of the trembling Ilka, we would have the entire squad trembling, and that… well, that’s just great. If someone could subtly hint to these poor guys, that would be nice. Is that okay? Have you changed your mind about dying?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers