LERRIN
"I'm telling you," Asta muttered as they walked through the camp after visiting the sentries to make sure the patrols were on their toes, "We need to stop with these petty skirmishes. All these little raids are only frustrating everyone."
"Including our enemy," Lerrin said through his teeth, as low as possible so they were unlikely to be overheard. "Killing by a thousand paper cuts."
"And allowing them to believe a paper-cut is all we are capable of!"
"Exactly," he snapped. "The Cat will be lulled into a false sense of security, believing we don't have the numbers for an all-out assault. His confidence will grow—and then he'll grow lax. Their comfort and convenience has made them soft. Trust me. What we need is time."
