Book One, Chapter Six, Post Six

Del speaks up, "Let's go find our destiny! I feel like The Wilds are calling us."

Roland smiles at Del's enthusiasm. Standing up, he says, "That's the spirit." He then turns to Arabella. "A gold per day is more than reasonable. As for equipment, aside from standard supplies and rations, I would greatly appreciate some half-plate armor, if such could be provided."

“I will certainly see what I can do,” Arabella promises.

"I too would welcome some time in this place you call The Wilds,” says Sabal. “The city can feel... oppressive."

"Aye,” Del says, “cities are very oppressive. Particularly to those who are different." She makes eye contact with Sabal. Her pink eyes twinkling.

“Even for differences that aren't obvious,” Roland murmurs. “Though it must be worse when you don't deserve that distrust." He then briefly looks off in the direction of the dining hall.

“This expedition will do us all good." Del grins.

Sabal returns Del's smile, and nods to both Roland's and Del's observations.