The next day, Max knew he had to start preparing for the quest right away.
As he was well-aware of the time limitations and the high-stakes reward (and punishment in case of failure), he couldn't afford to waste any time.
"First of all, fuck a plan" was the first thing he thought as he opened his eyes.
He had wasted this many days because he couldn't think of an appropriate plan, so why not just go by total instinct like he had always done until now?
Did he need a plan when escaping the forest, killing the dark vampire, infiltrating the black wolves meeting, or anything of the sort?
[Great, Host, an assassin needs to prepare himself, but it is mostly about adapting yourself in every possible situation, you finally figured it out =)]
"Only took you threatening me with erectyle dysfunction and losing one of my arms, what's next, losing my di-" he tried to joke around, but stopped before he could complete his sentence.
