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.
