Mildly uncomfortable in his formal attire, Flynn Alexandros does his best to remember his manners as he meets the High Lord and his wife. He takes note of the calluses on High Lord Fennix’s hand; perhaps the lord was not as soft as he appeared… perhaps they were peers in more than just age.
Flynn makes momentary small talk, asking in particular about the architect responsible for the design and construction of the ceiling above. He straightened the cuffs of his dress shirt and the hem of his jacket.
“The craftsmen were quite extraordinary,” Fennix agrees. “The lead carpenter came to me from near New Asphyxten. I commissioned the work a few summers back, but they were only recently installed.” Then, in a softer tone, “I appreciate your coming at such short notice,” Lord Fennix says. “I thought an adventure like this might appeal to you with what you’ve done with yourself in the recent years, Sir Alexandros.” He gives Flynn an unassuming, sincere smile.
"Adventure? Hm, these old legs could use a bit of stretching. I will await more information. At your leisure, of course." He takes a moment to rub his right hand over his left wrist, a half frown on his face. "And if you were to be so understanding, please refrain from calling me Sir. I gave that part of my life up long ago."
“Of course,” Fennix says with a nod of his head as he gestures for Flynn to join the other guests.
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.