Earlier in the morning, as soon as word of the legion approaching reached Relafan, he prepared to use a card that they had kept safe for long.
The request from his best friend was to kill as few as possible. That meant to win, Relafan needed to capture them. Multiple ways existed for him to attack all out, even more so with the tree boosting their skill.
But he had no choice other than to use his cards to put up with that slightly inane request. Just slightly inane.
And so, Madame Jeanne's three employees, some of the more useless ones amongst the people that could still leave Polaris, found themselves inside a hummer and being sent far away.
The group of three followed the map. It was a rather short drive, barely thirty minutes to.
When they reached their destination, the couple pulled out their pens and wrote a will while the single odd-jobs cried and spoke into the radio.
"Mister Relafaan! What is this!? Why is there a troll here?"
