The restaurant on the dome's quieter edge was a calmer place to think.
Over a long meal, the team turned the problem over. Five more members, balanced ideally between stages, people they could actually stand to share a death-realm with.
"We need a real fighter or two," she said. "Soul Tree, preferably, to round out the roster. But not another Kaesryn Vol. I would rather enter shorthanded than spend the whole realm managing someone who thinks half of us are luggage."
"Agreed," Rudrean said. "We've got time. One day. We don't have to settle."
It was then that a voice cut into the conversation, warm and entirely uninvited.
"Mind if I make your shortlist a little easier?"
