“So, what’s the plan, Dean?”
“Aren’t you impatient, Joseph? You’ve hardly given me a warm welcome”
“Cut the crap old man. We are far from home so we can stop pretending everything is fine. We’re barely winning here. You had better come up with something good enough to win this battle”
“Kids, they grow up so fast. It’s both endearing and…..annoying” Dean’s voice dipped when he said the word ‘annoying’, scaring Joseph for a moment. Dean hardly took notice of this and brought out a worn ledger. He placed it on the desk for all of them to see.
“I’ve written about 200 strategies here, enough to beat the enemy ten times over. You are free to use them as you like. Surely, this is enough, Tristan”
“We don’t need your tactics, Dean. Strategies are good and all but superior magic triumphs over
