They spent the next hour planning how the mission was going to go, the conversation flowing back and forth as they turned over strategies, discussed contingencies, and tried to account for every possible variable that could get them killed.
Torvan had made it clear from the start that he would not be going with them on this mission. He had raised his hands defensively the moment Tatehan had started talking about logistics, shaking his head with a sheepish grin.
"I'm not going," he had said firmly. "I'm really bad at combat stuff. Like, embarrassingly bad. I've got fight phobia. The moment things get serious, my brain just shuts down and I freeze. You don't want me out there."
