Book Seven: Chapter 188

“The merfolk. Well, maybe.” Mike frowned. He really didn’t like the idea of asking anyone to potentially die for a cause that was his alone. “Why is it that the marchers can’t come out during the day?”

“That’s probably something you should ask Pele. The Order knows them pretty well, so Ingrid might know, too.” Kisa bit her lip.

Mike nodded. At least he felt like they had some options and avenues to explore. “Okay, so let’s get intel on the marchers and then see if the Order and merfolk might be able to help us out. What else should we do?”

“Well, that brings me back to those rules. We’re all caught up in the Order’s rules, the Great Game’s rules, all that shit. What if we just stopped caring? Well, about the ones that aren’t enforced, anyway. I bet the Captain thinks we’re going to try and keep everything quiet so as not to upset the balance. But if we do end up fighting Francois, everyone on the island is going to see it. So why not go balls to the wall and give t