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Nicholas chortles, a move that sends his cheeks jiggling. "Yes, quite. Now, I see you need two more points, is that correct?"
Lady Alice bites her lip, but murmurs a confirmation. "Correct. Do you have a plan?"
The noble tilts his hand in a seesaw motion. "A couple. The easiest way would be to–"
Felicia suddenly cuts him off, a reproachful look on her face. "Sir! Please don't tell me you're going to say what I think you are." Next to her, Amelia adopts an apologetic mien. "Calling it the 'easiest' way is a bit of a… misnomer, my lord. Fast, perhaps, but also quite dangerous. Exceptionally so. A larger group may actually work against us, here…"
Nicholas rubs the back of his head, turning away from the confused gazes of you and your master. "Come now, you two. An idea is an idea. There's about…" he trails off, glancing at your master's armband–presumably the portion keeping track of the current number of combatants. He whistles lightly. "Ooh, about 112 more people left–including the 50 minimum, of course. Fewer than I expected, to be honest."
Your master meekly raises a hand. "I-I'm sorry. Would you mind explaining what's so objectionable about Sir Nicholas' plan?"
Felicia crosses her arms, letting a drawn-out sigh escape her. "He's suggesting you–"
"We!"
"–that <span class="mu-i">we</span> go into the No Man's Land at the main road. It's suicide, to put it bluntly. There's no cover except for whatever you can make from spells, and considering it's where most of the participants got dropped in at the beginning…"
