Chapter Three: The PlanThe world was full of cold and confusion when Iona woke the second time. The barn was buzzing with noise of busy people. Behind her, she recognised the voice of the stout Quartermaster, cussing and muttering, and possibly banging something with a mallet. To one side, she could hear Gerard's sing-song nasal tone, deep in conversation with another well-to-do scholarly voice. On the other side was the guttural grunting of some kind of large green-skin and the rattling squeak of a goblin.
People were starting to arrive, it must be getting later. She sat up, her head pounding and looked across the dim barn. She had been lying on a large pile of empty sacks and by the look of it, someone had thrown a blanket at her. Derek was standing by the map table, surrounded by faces
