Atop the village wall, with his eyes fixed on the Blightspawn in the distance, Arran spent several hours going over his plan, scrutinizing every last detail of it.
Simple though the strategy he'd concocted was, he could not afford even the slightest oversight — and neither could his allies. If the plan failed, it would mean not just Arran's death, but the death of the mercenaries as well.
And so, with the burden of responsibility weighing upon his mind, he made certain to prepare for every single one of the many things that could go wrong.
When dusk approached, he knew it was time. He'd prepared as best he could, and all that remained now was to inform the captain.
As expected, he found Kaleesh in the temple, kneeling at the side of one of the wounded mercenaries.
