Málean and Roland return to the manor, and Roland sees the others have mostly cleaned up and the bodies are being hauled away. He turns to Málean. "You said you could be of assistance with the poisons? I'll deliver what we found to Arabella, you get to work. Do what you can." Roland hardly waits for a response before heading to Arabella’s study.
Sabal retrieves his weapons, armor, and hooded cloak and prepares to accompany Flynn and Terrence to the apothecary. "Perhaps one of the poisons experts here should join us at the apothecary? Also, I assume this antivenom or poison components will cost money...."
Málean turns towards the pale elf, still trying to process Roland’s abrupt exit. "A reasonable proposal,” he says. “If we're lucky the esteemed avian has already located the apothecary; if not, we should indeed make haste. My name is Málean, by the way." He stretches out a hand toward the pale elf. Málean also gives the peaked Terrence a reassuring smile. "Let's go. The sooner we get to the apothecary, the faster you'll feel better. We’ll patch you up in no time. Terrence was it?"
"I’m Sabal,” the pale elf says by way of introduction. “I have no sense of how much these things will cost, but I agree that haste is necessary."
Málean quickly bobs his head and herds the three other men out of the hall. There was no time to waste!
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.