Terrence addresses Tyrects. "While we're waiting, what do you think of Terrence GOODFIRE?" When Terrence says the name he holds his hands up as though describing a large marquee. "Instead of Highwater. I know what you're thinking, 'Shouldn't an actor with your resume hang on to his brand? The accumulated goodwill of the theater-going public?' A sound point, but it reveals your naivete, which is charming, by the way. The truth is, it's a new world, and a new world deserves a new start. Like how I'm starting over with new intestinal flora." Terrence may be feeble and pale, but he's an optimist.
"I think naming yourself is... what cowards do. Like putting on a mask. If you deserve a new name, it will find you. I was named Tyrects by my master. I was the only one named so, because I earned it. I hate the name, but will earn a new one in it's own time. Not before. If you want to be a good fire, be one. In time, maybe that's what you will be called."
"Cowardly, eh? I think there's a case to be made for the opposite position... Who says you have to be who other people say you are? I wouldn't have gotten any work at all in the Old Asphyxten theater world if I'd gone by Terrence Loudtalker. Still I think I take your point. You know what we say in the theater? 'An actor acts.'"
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.