My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 149 Escape Part 5

Marg'faz stared at her for a moment, then clicked her tongue and turned away.

"Well, I can't say I can see how that's possible, but I'll take your word for it. But what good does that do us? Either your sister and her friends will die trying to kill my clansmen, or your sister and her friends will kill everyone loyal to me before they come in and butcher everyone else as well. I can't say that either of them sounds like a winning proposition, do they?"
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She sighed and sat on the bed, her expression grim.

Eleanor had to agree. Neither option was a good one. But surely there had to be something they could do. But what? What could a polymorphed tiefling and an imprisoned gnoll woman possibly do?

Eleanor walked over and slumped onto the bed alongside Marg'faz, trying to puzzle out what to do. She could just leave, sneak past the gnoll line, and reunite with Rose before the attack. She had every right to, and she doubted Marg'faz would judge her for doing so. But the very idea of doing it felt wrong. Her and her followers had already done so much to help her, and for her to just run away and abandon Marg'faz as soon as things got complicated, much less take up arms against the guards who'd risked their own lives to bring her supplies. What kind of person would she be if she did something like that?

They sat in silence together for several long minutes, the air dense and hot in the tight interior of the cramped hut. Eleanor played over possibility after possibility in her mind, but nothing seemed possible or reasonable, until a sudden thought occurred to her.

In a sense, both the adventurers and the loyalists were on the same side. They both wanted to kill Rawg'faz and end the reign of the Iron Hounds. They both wanted her freed. And neither of them knew that about the other.

But what if they did?

What if, somehow, both sides could be convinced to work together to attack their genuine common enemy, rather than each other?

It seemed inherently ridiculous at first, but the longer she thought about it, the more it started to make sense. She could go to the adventurers camp while Marg'faz was snuck out and met with the loyalists. Then the two of them could bring their groups together and mutually agree to focus on their mutual foe. But, then again, that required them being willing to not immediately kill each other and take time to listen to reason. And if she knew anything about angry adventurers, or gnolls for that matter, neither was very much inclined to do that sort of thing, even if doing it would benefit them greatly in the long run.

But, none of the points of possible failure mattered. Attempting to do it was the only chance they had of coming up with a better outcome than one of the ones that Marg'faz had just stated. Even if they failed, at least it would be in the process of trying to do the right thing. And maybe, just maybe, she would get to see her sisters one last time. And Jack, if he was there. She had a lot she wanted to say to him, if she ever got the chance. But those things could wait until after the two of them were alone, if she got so lucky.

Eleanor turned to Marg'faz, and placed her hand on the gnoll woman's shoulder.

"What I am about to say is going to sound crazy, but I have an idea."