"Ahhh… Gosh I feel like shit." Dion muttered as he wobbled tiredly over to me, who sat in a corner drinking hot tea from a cup.
He immediately dropped down in front of me, leaned close, and bent over to see what was in the cup. "What is that? Ooh, it smells nice. Can I have some?"
"No!" I exclaimed sharply, pushing his head back firmly with my free hand.
Dion leaned back, tilting his head back, and sighed dramatically. "Ino, I've confirmed it. This bastard hates me."
Ino, who had just walked up to us, ignored him and sat down in front of me too. She held a whisperglobe in her hand that was projecting a large map, and she immediately rotated the projection so that the image was clearly visible to all of us. Then she began:
