The strategic puzzle was becoming increasingly cluttered with rival powers, and the map Karoline had drawn was quickly becoming a mess of mental markers for potential battlefields. I needed to know every player on the board before I committed my forces to a blind march.
"What about the Berserkers?" I asked, looking toward the top edge of the map. "We have an alliance with Wryly, but that doesn't mean every Berserker in the region will play nice."
"They are in Wisconsin," Hilary replied simply.
"Didn't you say the Illusionists were in the north?" Karoline asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. I blinked, momentarily lost by her interjection.
"What does that even mean?" I asked. My knowledge of American geography was functional, but I wasn't exactly a walking atlas. The answer I got was a sharp, loud stamp of Karoline's foot directly over the northern border of Illinois on her hand-drawn map.
