“I don’t know how long it has been, but I’d feel bad for raiding your food supplies, but I’d also feel bad if I drug the authorities back here if I went to grab something.”
"Huh? Why're you asking me?" Melvin raised an eyebrow and scratched his head, feeling weary from spending this whole time planning the team's next move. "Since you're a member now, you should have access to the pantry as well. There isn't much there, such as crackers and soup, but my guys are restocking for our trip tonight. Ah, speaking of which..."
He returned his attention to the map for a second. The desk was littered with notes, used quill pens and a small trash can brimming with crinkled papers. "I think I figured out what we're gonna do tonight. I'll brief everyone during the trip, but basically we're heading for Aoli's chapel to the west and taking it down. The plan probably sounds painfully simple to you, but I have to consider weather conditions, the enemy's security measures, any current events going on, and our members' skills before finalizing our movements."
Melvin let out a huge, unrestrained yawn (that could probably be considered rude to Deimos) and stretched, rubbing his eyes of exhausted tears. "Goddammit, I feel like a leech has sucked my brains out... It ain't easy being the boss of a resistance movement. I'm used to this sort of stuff since I have to stay in hiding all the time, but that's usually for my own survival. Thinking about everyone's safety is really tough. Of course, I've considered you for the attack on Aoli - none of my buddies have a Lorelei Thauma, so it'd be a real bonus if the two of us could communicate long distance like we did last night."