Bogger unfurled a hand-drawn map of the Frozen Mist Hills. The snow capped mountain top was displayed in exact detail with minor sketches that indicated minor bumps, boulders, and encampments that the dwarves remembered before they escaped.
I pointed at the westernmost point of the map.
"Alright. We enter on the zeppelin. To put it simply, we rain hell upon our enemies to begin with, then everyone rushes in to establish a foundation." I looked up towards Tael. "From there, you will create the teleportation pad and contact Yimmie. When all of this is done, the guild will begin teleporting in everyone they can as fast as they can. Any questions?"
I looked between my party as they all stared at the map quietly. After a moment, Tael raised his hand.
"What happens if I can't create the teleportation circle?"
