The leaders suddenly understood the man's point, the sensibility of Tom's words settling over the room.
The idea that waiting could be just as dangerous as rushing, that patience could become a trap laid by an enemy who had all the time in the world: it was a sobering realization.
Bjorn leaned back in his chair, his massive arms crossing over his chest, and he nodded slowly. "Aye, I see what you're saying. The Obscuron's got time on his side, and we don't." He paused, his brow furrowing as he thought, and then he looked up, his pale eyes bright with a sudden idea.
