> It's late at night in Logtopia. Children scooted off to bed, monsters groaning in far-off distances. A nether portal at the far end of the ravine whooshes softly.
> It's peaceful. It's quiet. And any other night, that would be all. Any other night, there would be nothing else of note. Any other night than tonight.
> For tonight, the Corvus trio meets in the room where it happens. The vassal of the Blood God itself, the general-queen of the Greater SMP, and the disgraced president of the country formerly known as L'Manberg.
> Coffee Blade leans against the corner farthest from the door with admittedly the best vantage of the room as the other two pore over maps. A netherite longsword, a now constant accessory, swings lightly at their hip. In faer hand they twirl a dagger gleaming with enchantments. Fae's terribly bored. Did neither of the other two study the maps before the meeting? Their time is limited. They need to be planning, not standing around doing nothing.
There's time to stare at the maps later. Shouldn't we be focusing on, I don't know, anything else? Resource gathering, army raising, weapon crafting, strategy?
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Lucy raised her head, and with one swift movement, threw a knife across the room. It landed against the cork board right behind Coffee, the elder staring forward unflinching.
"That map is more important. But sure, weapon crafting, army raising. Important. Mmhmm."
A cork pops as she opens a bottle, tipping sweet berry wine into one goblet, raising an eyebrow towards Crow.
"A drink, old friend?"
