Standing near the fireplace, a pair of gnomes converse. They giggle as they point subtly at other guests and whisper. They seem to have taken quite an interest in a very large woman with grayish skin and the tiny white dog she almost squashes in the crook of her arm.
Arriving in the main hall of the manor home and seeing the size of the crowd inside, Sabal overcomes his first impulse to turn around and leave Haleford for good. But, he is, after all, eager to speak with High Lord Fennix. When he greets the Lord Fennix at the door, Sabal tells him that he was sent here to meet him, but he receives the same cordial greeting as all the other guests.
Sabal is nervous and has no appetite. He finds a part of the room where he can remain as inconspicuous as possible. He expects, nonetheless, that everyone is keeping a wary eye on him—a subterranean elf among surface dwellers; his pale skin, white hair, and almost silver-blue eyes made him into quite the stereotypical spectacle. His “kind” were known for their treacherous acts, and though they were on fine political terms currently, the subterranean races were always watched carefully.
And as expected, Sabal certainly does draw several looks. The pair of gnomes in particular raise their brows and begin to chitter quickly with each other. The one makes a quick hand motion to ward off evil.
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.