Danny sat down at a campfire, surrounded by Ozzy and Zarch to his right and Priest and Adem to his left. He was drawing meaningless figures in the dirt with a stick, every now and then looking up to the stars.
"Okay, come morning we split into two groups," Danny said to his assembled team. "Adem and Zarch, you're coming with me."
"Where?" Adem asked.
"Godbolt's fortress."
"What?" Adem asked, somewhat incredulously.
"If we're going to mount an attack on the place, I want to do some recon first," Danny said.
"We're going to attack the place?" Zarch asked.
"We are, yes."
"I see..."
"Listen, Zarch. I'm giving you a chance to be useful. I'd pay attention if I were you," Danny said. He wiped his foot across the ground, erasing the images he'd left there.
"We're here," Danny said, making a mark with his stick. "The fortress is about here," He said, making another one about a metre away. "The river runs along here." He draw a wavy line that crossed near to the two points. "As far as we know, Grimm and his zombies are still somewhere around here." He made another mark about a foot away from their current position, in the opposite direction from Godbolt's fortress.
"Jotunheim is off here, to the north. Where Mason and Brianna are. The dragons are this way." Danny drew two arrows that pointed to locations outside his current reach. "Hopefully the people we've sent there are soon on their way back. And hopefully they'll be able to find us once they return..." Danny said, suddenly drifting off into thought.
"And us two, Danny?" Ozzy asked.
"You and Priest are on Grimm duty."
"What?"
"We need Grimm on our side. Someone needs to give him a good proper slapping and get him back thinking straight. You up for it?"
"Sure," Priest said.
"Good. Then we're settled. Tomorrow morning, we head off."
