Mallory started to argue Emica’s suggestion. She didn’t want better odds, she wanted a guarantee that none of the group would lose a revive. It was a pity she’d needed to use the poison mist potion on Rass. She started to say that to Emica, closing her mouth instead of speaking. Her lips slowly curved into a smile as her hand rested on her satchel.
“You’ve thought of something?” Emica asked.
“We have sleeping mist balls. All we have to figure out is a way to get as many of them as possible into the one area and we can take them out once they’re unconscious.” She tried to ignore the twinge of guilt she felt at that prospect. Obviously they were willing to harm innocent travellers and didn’t deserve any pity for what happened to them.
“We have to keep the mage alive and awake,” Emica remi
