Flynn slowly slides the borrowed blade back through his belt. "I've had enough vengeance in my life. Nasty business, that." He rubs his wrist, mildly anxious. "We have no quarrel with you or your brood, Erandis. As they said, we are here to trade for what we need, then we intend to leave you to your peace."
Roland steps back a bit at the sight of the monstrous woman, then regains his composure. "Our need is great. I am less willing than others to do violence to get what we need..." he pauses slightly, "But I cannot promise I can or even would stop them if it came to that. I only reiterate what I and my fellows have already said." He steps forward, voice growing stronger and louder. "Name you price and we shall pay it. And if we cannot or will not, I shall, whatever it is, and my life and honor be forfeit if I do not. This I swear!" He looked the strange creature square in the eyes and stood his ground, the knot of fear he felt at her first appearance evaporating.
Erandis looks at each member of the party with a cool gaze, quietly considering their words or silence. “Fine. For every dose of venom, I require a favor from one person. You need at least two, by the looks of it.” Her eyes fall to linger on Terrence.
"I will repay the first. Name your favor that we might be done with this,” Roland agrees.
“I will call them in as I need them. A messenger will come for you when the time arrives.”
"Done and done, and thrice I say done," says Roland, swearing by an old oath.
"You might have just sold your soul." Del mutters.
The creature reaches an elven hand into a pouch at her hip, retrieving out a vial filled with a crimson liquid. She tosses it to Roland. “Do not flee when the time comes,” she says. “You would regret it.”
Roland catches it, then turns to Del. "Perhaps. But as I draw breath a soul can be rewon, without needing to break the oath that sold it. Returning the dead to life unchanged is far harder, and the High Lord needs this."
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.