"So we have the weapon to trap the Anti-Magic Mages…" I started. "The prison orb by Devran."
"And the Midnight Orchids by Devran," Devran interrupted. "And really nothing from Lumera."
Lumera scoffed. "I have my powers and a personal vendetta. Enough to bring to the table?"
I laughed.
"And we have a team ready to combat the Anti-Magic Mages," Scarlette defended.
Devran and Lumera looked at each other skeptically. Because were we really a team?
We were more like a highly dysfunctional band of misfits placed together by circumstance. Though I found them oddly endearing.
"And we have the darn letter to Faragonda, asking her to rally the troops from the palace and bring the remaining Midnight Orchids she procured," I continued.
"Faragonda?" Lumera asked, suddenly confused. "But Faragonda is dead, isn't she?"
"Lums…" Devran sighed. "If we're going to work on the same plan, you actually have to remember the details."