Heretic sat in the front of the truck, tapping the dashboard absent mindedly, not paying attention to anything yet hearing everything, he just wasn’t putting it to thought very quickly, he slowly looked at all the ground around the truck, trying to decide what they should do next, as of now they had more goals than he wanted to think of, he finally found what he wanted instead of fun, he wanted revenge on the damn cult, but otherwise, they had to save the wounded, attack a fortress and save those inside...slowly he shook his head, trying to take it all in but not too much at once, knowing full well what would happen if he overworked his already racking brain, slowly he stated-<br/>"First...I agree we should...help the wounded, then, we need to...stealth-fully attack the fortress...but we may need a distraction in order to...carry out either plan...ominous winds call my friends...and we are far from prepared..."he said shaking his head slightly faster. And though he said all of this, he wasn’t really thinking about any of this, he was just trying to relax his mind.