Isabella leaned back on the white couch and rested her hands on her lap.
She gave Julien a very grim look.
"Most of the guards at Camp 7 are just grunts," Isabella warned him.
"You can easily bribe them with some good supplies. But Lena does random inspections at the front gates to keep her soldiers on high alert. If you are unlucky enough to run into her when you arrive..."
Isabella paused, letting the silence hang in the room for a second.
"...then you can kiss goodbye to your luck," she finished.
"She will not care if you say you are a merchant. If she thinks you are a spy, she will just execute you on the spot."
Julien let out a slow breath.
He stared at the blue map, feeling the reality of the situation settle into his bones.
'Okay, let me get this straight,' Julien thought, listing the steps in his head.
