Book 2/Page 174/Transcript
Sylvia: Yeah, I think they're all dusted, except the one they netted.
Captain Archer: That was hard to watch.
Sylvia: It was stupid. Tower down should've won this battle.
The airspace should never have been an escape option.
Captain Archer: What now?
Wait for orders?
Sylvia: Yeah, we have to.
But we might not get any; we're kind of abandoned here right now.
We need a plan, too.
Sylvia: Right now I'm thinking of a very simple, very easy plan.
Sylvia: Light up the reds.
Burn this garrison right to the ground.
Archer: We can't leave the garrison. You want to set fire to the only place we can't leave?
Sylvia: "Want to" would be overstating it.
But I'd have no problem daring to.
Archer: You'd order every single Gobwin Knob unit, including yourself, to burn up?
Sylvia: We can leave the garrison once we own the city.
If the fire croaks the last Jetstone units in the garrison before it gets us, then we can escape to the outer walls. The remaining dwagons could take to the airspace again.
Archer: I think we'd all perish.
Sylvia (voice only): "But we had this Carnymancer who really liked me. He saved me from croaking by rigging the incapacitation rules on me. They hauled me back to the capital in a wagon, and he cast over me every day for ten turns, just keeping me alive."
Sylvia (voice only): "Pff, no. Queen Bea was mad enough at all the fuss over a Level 1 stabber.
No, one day I just popped up off the bed, good as new.
The Carnymancer said he'd 'made a trade' for me."
Archer: A trade?
Sylvia: Yeah, that's all he'd say.
But after that, I got promoted to warlord, and things started falling into place.
Now I realize he meant the game's rigged in my favor, even when I lose.
Sylvia: Every time I'm off to meet the Titans, it's "No! Get back in the game." Fate won't let me lose.
It's happened three times in this battle. It just happened again, with that Jetstone warlord who rushed us.
It'll just keep on happening, I think.
Sylvia: Sure. Go for it.