Ethan huddled closer to Beatrix and Athena under the starlit sky, as if the plan were meant for a secretive lover. It's just that he liked their sweaty womanly smells after the Orc fest he lived through.
An owl hooted, making Beatrix jump. "Well, what's the plan? Did you already explain it?" she snapped impatiently.
Ethan crossed his fingers dramatically, thinking. His heart still raced from the narrow escape, but his mind was already churning with the plan he'd hinted at. It was risky, and borderline insane, but if it worked, they could snatch Luka Voltha right from under Garkash's snout. Or die in the process.
"Alright," the Cromwell heir began. "I noticed something during our first visit to Garkash's camp. It has natural fortifications from all sides, with armed border patrols that can raise alarms with their horns. A direct assault would be suicide, like you said, and we wouldn't even get very far."
"Tell us something we don't know," the witch urged with a scowl.
