“You know Mercy. She escaped and is now traveling somewhere in the luggage compartment of a bus. How does that change our game?” “He will be furious,” said Marsilia. She smiled, a surprisingly sweet expression on such a dangerous woman. “Somehow, when she is destroying other people’s carefully laid plans, she is not so annoying.” “Fabulous,” said the goblin. “Such a clever coyote is your Mercy.”
