Following his perusal of the scroll and a lengthy conversation with the masseuse, whom he had learned was called Alyce Mystmrytle, Will was lying atop a bench in the waiting room for members of the Iron Wall, his hands folded atop his lap and eyes closed as he postulated various plans and possibilities within his mind.
"It's been a while since I've felt this excited~" hummed Alessandra, using a cloth to wipe down her wing-themed bow while beaming happily. Given her status as an archer, it only made sense for her to be on the team that defended various objectives. Will, however, was the strongest member of the team, so she was pleasantly surprised when he declined Sylvia's offer to replace her as King. His reasoning was that it wouldn't be fair to either team if he just charged into enemy lines and eliminated their King at the start of each match, so his plan was to occupy and defend a control point, leaving it up to their opponents to decide when and if they wanted to face him.
