“So we’re all agreed on arming the Pit Guards, then?” I asked. “Gus? Sylnie?”
Sylnie, who’d been silent the entire time, held her hands up, palms outward, to abstain from the discussion. “We’re non-combatants, Boss-Man,” Gus said. “Office staff. This kind of stuff is pretty much just academic for us.”
“Well, don’t hesitate to speak up if you come up with any good ideas,” I reminded them.
“What about Torvin?” Jaelin asked, nudging him with her elbow. “Any insights?”
Torvin shot her a glare. “Me? You’re joking.”
Reluctantly, I admitted, “It’s the bottom of the ninth, Torvin. No idea is too stupid.”
“Like you’d listen to me if I had anything to say,” he pouted.
“Do you have anything to say?” I asked.
“No,” he replied scathingly. “But that’s not the point.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great. In that case, I’m going to talk to Tithenai and see if I can verify some of the information we used to plan our attack. General Gavsot, please return to your army and inform them of our new strategy.” Gavsot nodded crisply and disappeared. “I’ll see you all in a minute,” I said, and teleported out.
I appeared a few feet behind Tithenai’s couch, interrupting her game of Resident Evil.