Ten in a Box

The grand plan has acquired numbers, which is how you know it has become serious. Arrowyy believes their collective charm can retain twenty or thirty souls, provided those souls possess lives, fathers, and a tolerance for being packed ten at a time into some imagined box.

Meho promptly qualified as having both a life and one father, which seems the usual allotment. Blaedy offered continued existence as her sole firm commitment. Sensible terms; no officer should promise more before supper.

Summoneyy reduced the whole campaign to six missing companions. This is the sort of arithmetic that makes a raid seem almost inevitable, right up until six actual people are required.