It seems like we have a bit of a plan. As much of one as we can on knowing fuck-all about the opposition other than they're 'giants'. [Dirk leans back, checking the edge he's been putting on the dagger and slips his water stones away into the oiled roll on the side away from Tyki. He pulls out a small cloth and the bottle of oil from it.]

We can work the rest out as we go. [For better or worse, this was the team and the objective. The rest was whatever it was. He doesn't really care.]