Well, Loren wasn't in the mood for jokes. Fine. At least Zariah came close to smiling, and she got a grin from Ingrid in return.
"You do not want to be on my shit list, so I would recommend you keep your speech short and to the point today," said Morgan. Ingrid nodded, and then Morgan launched into a speech of her own.
If you like short speeches, stop using big words, Ingrid thought dryly.
Next, Morgan assigned tasks.
"Well. What is it you can do?"
"I pretty much exclusively offer prayer and unsolicited commentary," Ingrid replied. A bit later, she found herself trudging through the snow alongside the others as Loren and Peter offered ideas. Ingrid shrugged. "I don't know what to do. Fighting isn't really my jo-" FLASH. Zariah's lightning arced down towards the soldiers. "It's her job," she said, pointing a thumb towards the Archmage.
