As she grabbed the parchment roll that was handed to her, the usual smirk fell off Sweet Touch's face.
"This is an important mission, Sweet. You'll find the details in that roll but basically, I want you to disguise the YRNS Batiscan, and sail it to Pitmuck. Make sure all cannons are loaded, and anchor it right next to King Ozog's house. If events take a tragic turn, as I think they might, I want to manage a route of escape for Ozog and his tribe. If it comes to that, bring them home."
"Why wouldn't you send the whole fleet there, we've got plenty of firepower available ?" she asked.
"I cannot oppose the King directly, in risk of seeing our own town falling under the same dark magics he unleashed on Pitmuck. But I cannot remain idle while friends are in danger. You have great talents for stealth and deception, use them for a good cause this time."
As her look fell upon the floor, flashes slipped through her memory, of the fury he let out, when he discovered she had dilapidated their House's treasury during his captivity in the hand of the daemon. She straightened up, and saluted. She would not fail this time.
"Why in the Hells did they call upon that pirate for protection ??" he thought, sitting back into his chair. He then stared at the teleporter tile, hoping he would see a friendly green face suddenly appear from it.
