Chapitre 191: A precarious plan (part two)

Hurriedly, we all crowd around Soren, sparing nervous glances occasionally to the door, half expecting someone might be listening. Soren too, seems mildly apprehensive, lowering his voice to a dull whisper, low enough that any inkling of sound is soon soaked up by the vast cavern we reside in.

"I am glad you have got a plan, Soren," Kal laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck with a generous itch of his fingernails. Shooting me a cheeky sideways look, perhaps to poke holes at how vastly underprepared I was in coming down here, he adds: "We didn't even have one, we just planned to bust right in there and kick Azrael's ass. Queen Areen told us to do as much."

"Yeah well, I have never been one to follow a plan," I retort under my breath, nudging Kal in the ribs, to which he only snickers.