Málean carefully lifts High Lord Fennix's head and pours the anti-venom into his mouth, slowly as to not make the lord choke on his medicine. Lady Fennix and Arabella watch on with the heroes, anxiously waiting for something to happen. Over minutes, the Lord’s face relaxes and color begins to return to his cheeks. But, he does not wake up.
Arabella smiles sadly. “Thank you all,” she says sincerely as she looks to each of those who surround her. “He may not be conscious, but he is alive. And now we have weeks, perhaps months, to find the other antidote so long as we can keep him as healthy as he is now.
“You are all welcome to spend the rest of the night — er, morning — here. We have enough beds for you all. When you wake, we will have breakfast and speak of the expedition. Of course, if you are simply done with this all, you are welcome to take your leave with our immense gratitude.”
Quiberron looks around at the group, then speaks. “I have no attachment to this house or these lands. This evening has put my life in danger and required me to exert myself in ways that I was not expecting from a dinner party. However, I have had the opportunity to read new books, to see amazing new creatures, and to meet new people. I have also been fed and offered shelter. So far I consider it a square trade.” He continues, “I came here seeking knowledge and employment, among other reasons. If the opportunity for both of those is still on the table, then I will stay and hear the details.” Having said his piece, he again looks around the group, waiting to hear what others have to say.
Roland listens to Quiberron then rolls his shoulder. "I'm in." He looks at Arabella. "I made a promise earlier to see this venture through and do what I can to ensure its success, and I keep my word. And, as I said, I intend to see justice is done for this attack as well."
"The proposition of having breakfast for dinner would be enough to keep me intrigued," Terrence grins. "Adding the twin prospects of revenge and, of course, remuneration only seals the deal. I did have a nice kip on the dining hall floor just now, but the prospect of a few hours in an actual bed doesn't hurt either. Or the fact that I don't have any money for a carriage ride out of here. For possessions, I'm down to puppets, weapons, and a dead man's clothes. Very auspicious I'd say--I hardly have anywhere to go but up!"
Sabal considers Terrence before he speaks himself. "I left the underground long ago because I could not abide the evil in my home. I have since struggled to find welcome. I was sent here by some good people who told me that High Lord Fennix could help me find a path to acceptance here on the surface. My experience today, with the familiar evil we have encountered, leads me to believe that I may find that path among you all. I would accompany you on this expedition, if you would welcome my company."
Roland nods as the pale elf finishes his speech. "I cannot speak for the others, but I welcome your assistance. I care not for where you came from, but you have proven yourself as good a man as any I have met."
Terrence squints at Sabal. "Err, you've never been a theater critic in Old Asphyxten, have you? That's a bit of a deal-breaker for me."
Sabal smiles at Terrence and seems to relax a bit. "No."
"Well, then let's face an extended confrontation with death together, old fellow! And so, to bed for me. After this we might not get the chance to sleep anywhere but the ground for some time. Dibs on the big room!"
Tyrects grunts. "I would welcome a few hours rest and a meal before much more is considered, but I have nothing else anywhere else other than the same promise of work your father offered that brought us here. At the very least, Master Scar and I are due for a few more rounds of fisticuffs before we part."
Flynn nods, "I thank you for your hospitality. I will sleep. It has been a taxing day. Should the High Lord's condition change, please wake me."
In a dangerous political climate, several expeditions are made to the infamous Wilds in hopes of expanding the country, Urbane, and avoiding an all out civil war. But, when the lord in charge of the excursions is almost assassinated, tensions increase and put new pressures on the brave explorers.