“Now, I don’t have much but you’re welcome to make yourselves at home,” Orden said once they were inside.<br/><br/>There was a round table sitting in the center of the main area of the hut. The way it was positioned, it looked like it was there strictly for meeting purposes, and has definitely seen a lot of use. There were scratches and dents, things carved into it. But it was a very sturdy table. Orden liked to keep his things nice in spite of being so scatterbrained from time to time.<br/><br/>Yosef wasted no time taking a seat, eager to get a plan together. “So, where shall we begin?”<br/><br/>“What, you don’t have a plan already?” Orden replied, seeming a bit surprised.<br/><br/>“Not yet. Trust me, I can’t wait to get my hands on Trent, but even I know better than to be reckless when facing someone so dangerous. Plus, I think we might be able to use Kyra’s help.”<br/><br/>“Oh? How?”<br/><br/>Yosef glanced at Kyra out of the corner of his eye, “She’s a mage.” He nodded to her as if saying it was alright to be open and show what she was capable of.