A sharp knock on the shield outside the tent sounded, accompanied by a soothing voice.
“Hi, boys, is everyone decent in there?” Iris walked in with Reagan in tow. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and, noticing us all deep in thought, her expression turned from jovial to confused. “Are you all prepared, Riley?”
“Physically I am, but my brilliant strategists here”—he motioned to the room, sighing heavily—“nothing. We’ve got nothing. Any thoughts, ladies?”
Iris pinched my cheek playfully. “Oh, little lord, why don’t you just sing them a song. That ought to make Ridhan go drown himself in the ocean!”
“Hey! I wasn’t that bad, right, guys?”
Roc, Yokel, and Po each nervously turned away to avoid giving an answer.
My gaze landed on Reagan who was never shy to speak her mind. “Oh, you al
