Knowing now where to look for the brand, Quiberron quickly examines all the other bodies laid out for the coroner to see if any of the others are similarly marked. While he is doing so, Flynn strides back into the demolished dining hall.
The old knight takes a moment to survey the room, noting the organized corpses and the even-worse-off Terrence. "Frank, the coroner, is hitching his pony,” Flynn states, “then will be on his way. Do we have any news? Is Fennix stable?"
Quiberron gives Flynn a quick update on the poison and the stag skull brand. “Fennix and Terrence are no better. Unless Rallaak and Málean can find an antidote or we can find a sample of the plant Málean described, they may be in trouble.”
"I hope that Frank has more to say on this. It does sound like this plant will be our best bet," Flynn says as he thanks Quiberron and continues on. A memory of a two headed ogre with a similar brand tugs at the back of his mind. The rampaging beast attacked Flynn’s farm a few years back in an isolated incident. Strange.
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.