"A substitute. Sounds boring." Luka says with a frown. "I hope they won't take long to defeat. Knowing we're missing out on the real action while we play-fight some stunt double hurts."

Luka flops back on the bench, dangerously close to spilling hot coffee on himself. The last thing he needed was another burn, but at least there was magic healing vomit on hand for that.

"Oh, hey, Wiz." Luka speaks up, as if suddenly remembering something. "Sxicq said there were two ships. Where's the other one?"