In the cave, not a very hospitable place but not too uncomfortable either, Sonja rolls the tiny parchment she had been hectically writing on tightly. Drawing from the inner pool, the cool lake of magic that has always resided and been accessable to her within herself, the Sorceress mutters "Mit dem Strom shwimmen..to the council." commanding the parchment to float the currents to give word of the next strike being planned.<br/><br/>Standing she moves from one aclove to another, the leather of her clothing creaking somewhat with the forcefullness that she walks with. In the other a group of people, mostly men but a few women as well, gathered around a simply made table. They were arguing where the next route of supplies to the Capitol would come from.<br/><br/>"I am telling you, this pass through the mountains is the easiest most direct route, they will stick to that route." one person piped up, his finger poking the paper harshly to make his point.<br/><br/>"No, we have already disrupted too many caravans on that route, they will go around the mountains. It will take longer, but if your caravans are being attacked you do not simply continue throwing them to the wolves." A woman countered, she might have been pretty once but one side of her face is now twisted from a fire.<br/><br/>Sonja stepped forward, the arguing continued but they parted easily so that she could look at the maps. Running her finger around the flat surface she listens for a moment to the arguments. "Forget the route. we will need our meager forces for a much worthier prize then the comforts that the royal pigs order." at the surprised look at the group, raised eyebrows and a few murmurings. "We are going to take the head of Prince Borghast.."