As the dinner service begins, Flynn settles into a seat at the foot of the table, figuring the less popular seats would leave more room for his ample frame. He is a tall man, broad of shoulder as well, and has a tendency to sit wide. He gently kicks out a chair for Sabal while a server heaps his plate with food, and waits to see if High Lord Fennix has any prayers or toasts to kick of the evening.
High Lord Fennix appears to have neither—at least not yet—however, he does wait for all of his guests to be served before beginning to eat.
Watching High Lord Fennix, Sabal says as he sits, "it is a good sign, I think, that one with the most power defers to those with less." Sabal looks at his food and finds that he is quite hungry now that he’s become more comfortable.
Meanwhile, Del happily takes a seat near the curve of the table looking at the food hungrily. She inhales deeply. Noticing the gnomes sitting next to her, she asks the closer one, "doesn't the food smell fantastic?" She's about to dig in but decides to wait until everyone else starts. She looks around with a friendly smile.
The gnome looks up at her. “It does,” he says in a squeaky voice. And then he pauses for only a moment before commenting, “Your eyes are pink.”
"Yes yes. I was in an unfortunate accident caught in the cross hairs of two battling wild mages." Del sighs. "I haven't been quite right since." She appears sad for a moment. She suddenly looks angrily over her shoulder and snaps, "He meant no harm with that comment!" No one is behind her. Del takes a bite of dinner then sulkily pushes the plate away.
The gnome stares. “Are you going to eat that?” He asks eventually and points at her food.
"Oh! Smells delicious!" Del says, snapping out of her strange mood and pulling the dish back towards her. She begins to eat with a big grin on her face and great gusto in her motions.
Subtly, the gnome scoots his chair away from Del and closer to his friend.
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.