Nicolas de Courcy
De Courcy takes one last look around the group for objections or additions, then sets the plan in motion.
“Aronn, some light, if you will for me and Ranar. Blue Hawk, can you heal Jibril, we’ll need him at his best.”
“Ranar, you and Eabd take point: Eabd, fight in formation with the dwarf, and keep pace with him.
Jibril, when you’re ready, your with me, sweeping behind the front line.”
“Aronn’ll keep an eye on our new friends - if they come in, Blue Hawk will relay that to us. Thwipp, we’ll need you to figure out how to work whatever controls we find, stay in the map room and follow us once the hall is clear.”
Once everyone is prepared, he unfastenes his clock and dramatically whips it down around his left arm.
“Right, let’s earn the pay rise we’re definitely getting after all this shit.”
