"So we have the weapon to trap the Anti-Magic Mages…" I started. "The prison orb by Devran."
"And the Midnight Orchids by Devran," Devran interrupted. "And really nothing from Lumera."
Lumera scoffed. "I have my powers and a personal vendetta. Enough to bring to the table?"
I laughed.
"And we have a team ready to combat the Anti-Magic Mages," Scarlette defended.
Devran and Lumera looked at each other skeptically. Because were we really a team?
We were more like a highly dysfunctional band of misfits placed together by circumstance. Though I found them oddly endearing.
"And we have the darn letter to Faragonda, asking her to rally the troops from the palace and bring the remaining Midnight Orchids she procured," I continued.
"Faragonda?" Lumera asked, suddenly confused. "But Faragonda is dead, isn't she?"
"Lums…" Devran sighed. "If we're going to work on the same plan, you actually have to remember the details."
Lumera looked away, embarrassed.
