After some time, Del turns to Roland. "How do you know that the scorpion pale elf is not in cahoots with lady pale elf, and that vial she gave you is what we need? That thing was evil incarnate."
Overhearing, Sabal interjects, "It would be very unlikely, I think, that a priestess possessed of such obvious pride would align herself with such an abomination. More likely that the priestess got the poison from another source, I think."
Roland, having taken some deep breaths and managed to calm down, nods towards Sabal. "There you go. Though I would suggest in the future that if you have such concerns in the future that you bring them up at that time, rather than after the fact." More quietly, he adds, just to Del, "I apologize for my outburst and did not mean to upset you or anyone else in the group. It appears that great oaf has a talent for getting under my skin in addition to his penchant for sticking his nose into matters not of his concern."
"You did not upset! I'm not sure what happened." Del looks thoughtful. "Seeing that pale elf scorpion reminded me of a time when I was embraced by a nightmare. I also think that big oaf means well. He's not the enemy."
"I know, but you don't have to be an enemy to be infuriating." He smiles a little at that.
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.