Leachtric: Captain Artemisia, sir.
Artemisia: No need for that, Leachtric. We’re the same rank now, remember?
. . . on paper, anyway. Do your friends know about your . . . ?
Leachtric: No! And keep your voice down!
Artemisia: This will be a joint operation. My all-heartsword-enabled team from Chalice, your . . . multi-talented team from Compass. And a coordinator from neither. Plus the usual mass of translators, doctors, and refugees.
Kale (thinking): I hope this part isn’t too long. Or at least, that I get more of these fun distracting hallucinations to break it up.