Sabal was among the first to the drawing room, and now sits in a corner away from the windows. An empty plate sits beside him, and he is fiddling with one of his arrows—it seems as though this object now holds new possibilities for him. He makes eye contact and smiles as everyone enters the room.
After everyone (Rallaak strangely seems to be missing) has found some food and a place to sit, Arabella enters. She is wearing the same dress from the night before and clearly hasn’t slept at all. In her arms are a stack of letters and scrolls.
She sets the papers on one of the small drawing desks. “I hope the rest of your evenings passed without incident.”
”I could spend a lifetime in your garden, between pond and sun,” Tyrects declares. “I have never felt quite as like myself as that before. Thank you."
Arabella chuckles softly. “I heard about that. The gardener said the fish are traumatized. But I’m sure a little excitement is good for them now and then.”
“Yes. Thank you,” says Quiberron. Noticing the absence of his travelling companion, he adds, “But where is Rallaak? Shouldn’t we wait for him before starting?”
“He mentioned that you might be wondering where he is,” Arabella says. “He said that he feels it is best to part ways here. He wishes you the best in your journeys.”
Terrence looks up. "Oh! That fellow had a hand... er, talon in saving me from that dreadful cobbler. May the wind be at his back. And ours."
“He was always a secretive fellow,” Quiberron adds. “I guess that something was driving him elsewhere. He’ll be missed; I wish we’d had a chance to say goodbye.”
“I’m sure,” Arabella agrees. Then she takes a punctuating breath and says, “I have been sorting through my father’s writings. The idea was to send a few groups of explorers into The Wilds to map the area, rid the lands of enemies, and befriend whatever remotely civilized beasts and men who live there. The King, of course, signed off on this expedition, given the rapid expansion needed to further industrialize and, with that, the need for new lands to farm. At this point, taming the Wilds is perhaps just an unachievable joke, perhaps even just a political maneuvering on the King’s part to temporarily placate the people of South Urbane, but it is worth exploring nonetheless, given my father’s condition.
“We are, of course, willing to pay you. A gold piece a day is reasonable and certainly worth your times. Your rations will also be provided to you as well as any necessary mundane equipment.”
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.