Bachus had kept his arms folded. He listened to Cash, before taking an intimidating step forward. Bachus really was a mountain of a man. He suddenly dropped to one knee, his cloak flailing behind, shaking. "You have no idea what it means to the people of this world, the legion, and to me, that you have come in this hour of woe." He looked up, before standing. "Thank you friends." He put a hand on his sword hilt. "Plan. Right." He grumbled. "This past week, my guild has been practicing a strategy which seems sensible for reducing the number of casualties. When the door opens, stronger parry and shield users form a circle around the quicker and damaging players. As soon as we see what we are up against, and parry away any unexpected surprises, we break formation, and spread out, surrounding the boss. At this point, everyone in the legion will be fighting with a partner. They watch each others backs, and distribute potions to their team mate as required." He grunted. "I guess if you guys dont already have a strategy, I would suggest soaking up the bosses attention and damage in whatever way you can. Apart from that, I cannot say much more without knowing what we are up against." He frowned. 

Karen accepted the greetings from her friends she met on the first day. Hugging Faeron back, she heard Raven talking to Ryan. "I'm afraid that is quite impossible." He brought out her book of truth. "When did you last check this?" She pointed to the bottom of a page, and read aloud. "'Once entering a boss room, they may not leave until either dead, or the fight finishes.' So basically, you either leave alive, or dead." Under Bachus' guidance this past week, Karen had become quite a level headed girl.