Artemis paced in front of her thralls, grinning. “They’ll never know what ’it ’em,” she snickered. “We’ll get Bitterroot and Amanita both, an’...” She glanced between Trace and Gale. Her grin grew wider. “Y’know, I could use a gang o’ mercenaries. Keep guards away. Try t’keep Bitterroot intact, will ya?”