As Liam and Jasson leaned over a map of Tortall, whispering quietly, it was quite obvious that any trace animosity between them was gone. Their attention, where previously focused on the destruction of each other, was now directed at escaping the eternity of their punishment.
"I can't stand it anymore," Jasson whined. "I want to play with my toys."
"I know," Liam agreed. "It's torture without toys. But I have a plan."
"What?" Jasson asked, his eyes going wide at the thought of a reunion with his precious toys.
"We're going to have to sneak into the playroom," Liam whispered to his brother.
Jasson gasped. "How are we going to do that?"
Liam's eyes glimmered sneakily. "Carefully. I made us a map of the hallway." Out of his pocket he pulled a crumpled scrap of paper and smoothed it onto the table.
"That looks nothing like a real map! This is a real map," he exclaimed, pointing to the Tortallan map that they were to use for their studies.
"Do you have a better one?" Liam retaliated. "At least I made a map and a plan. What did you do?" As Jasson fell silent Liam smirked. "My point exactly," he said. "But that's enough talking. This is what we're going to do." Liam dropped his voice to a low whisper, and the brothers began plotting.