The Potion’s Potency

Black Eleven was silent for a few moments, then said, "It wasn’t only the Storm mercenary. Band of Brothers mercenary is also sending out their people. What with Anthony still in the game…Anfey, what do you think is going to happen?"

"Chaos," Anfey said, shaking his head.

"I just want to get your input on the matter," Black Eleven said. "I know the situation is too complicated."

"Is there a casino here? Have you been to it?" Anfey asked.

"Of course, why?"

"People like Anthony and Mourtta are the big players. They are the ones at the table. We are the little people standing behind them, watching." Anfey smiled. "But do not underestimate us. When we dislike the person with the advantage, we hit them with a plastic bottle."

"Plastic bottle?" Suzanna asked curiously.

"It's a kind of crystal bottle."

"You’re not hitting them," Black Eleven said. "You’re stabbing them in the back. By the way, I have another news."

"What is it?"