"But you can get us into and out of the underworld without that problem? How many can you transport?"
Nodding at Drake's words, Wing's eyes widen, and he turns to Pyrus. "Might want to check out what thaumaturgy is available, especially if we're taking mortal troops along with us: every bit counts. I can probably get some sources, but I can't provide the cash. Which reminds me, Drake, we should talk about setting up other supply lines for the city. I might have an idea."
"I do not think it would be a good idea to bring mortals, chances are they will only die."
We're supersoldiers, we're all strong and survivory! What I got is is strawberry jam!