We stayed in that room for a long time as we put together ideas and knowledge. Piles of notes became taller and taller as the time passed, and the inkwells—dryer and dryer. At some point, Hector came in with oil for the lanterns and food for us, and another time Gi appeared with a report from Tinaris, but besides that, we were undisturbed, just like I ordered.
The vague outline of the plan came to us soon enough, but smoothing out the details wasn't as easy. I knew the targets that Wendigo and Enforcers will attack and therefore knew the ones they won't reach. It wasn't a problem to pick one, juicy and beguiling, not far from our current location—we didn't have spells to teleport around, after all.
The problem was getting here. I even began to doubt this was such an astounding idea, after all. Maybe I should've sated myself with a thinner worm. But that one was in a great position as it stood—there was no saying that reaching other goals would be any easier.
