<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>Justine nodded in agreement. "First rule of logistics: An army marches on its stomach," she said. "And a month of hardtack biscuits doesn't count as food." She didn't mind spartan, but hardtack was a crime against tastebuds. And teeth.<br/><br/>The seeds worried her, though. "I'm not so sure how I feel about calling magical creatures," she said. "That sounds like asking for trouble. But if you're intent on doing it, I suppose I should tag along. You know. So I can write up a detailed report in case things go horribly wrong."<br/><br/>She went to take another bite, and paused, fork half-way to her mouth when Bell mentioned binding agents and concoctions. "Wait. You're an alchemist? Wizard?" Her picture of Bell was rapidly shifting, and she wasn't sure what to make of the girl now.