"Well, I assume the Candle Man here intends his favor for the High Lord's dose,” Tyrects observes. “Will Sir Loudfire acquire his own?"
Terrence steps forward and gives a half-hearted bow. "You have me at a disadvantage, Madam. I accept your terms but I won't lie to you. I'll face whatever dangers you ask, but I won't kill a sentient being for you. If that's unacceptable to you I'll go without."
Erandis laughs darkly. “I doubt you would be useful killing anything. Let alone something which has sentience to outwit you.” And with those words she withdraws another vial and throws it to Terrence.
"You're too kind."
Whispering, Tyrects says to Terrence, "I am not sure what sentient means, but I think she's making fun of you."
Also whispering, Terrence replies, "Yes, thank you—I picked up on that. For the sake of argument, though, I'll point out that I'm wearing the clothes of a fellow I killed earlier today."
"To be fair, I didn't know you knew how to whisper. This is nice." And with that, Tyrects reslings his maul and starts to walk away from the mine entrance and back to town.
"Ha! He got you good, Terrence!" Little Terry chirps from Terrence’s pocket.
"You know, Little Terry, I think I have an idea for a NEW puppet." Silence meets those threatening words. "Yeah, I thought that would shut you up."
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.