Málean waves down Roland as he moves away from the unconscious lord. "Hi. Yes, you, excuse me. Could you help me look for the dagger that wounded the High Lord? If we can find it, and I can get my hands on some tools, I might be able to find out what is wrong with him."
Roland starts a bit as the light purple-skinned man stops him. Shaking his head, he responds, "I would if I could, but all I saw him get struck with was a whip, and that damned pale elf took it with her." He pauses briefly then holds out the dagger he still clutches before continuing, "This was carried by the man whose bloody shirt first tipped me off. He could have cut the lord, but given that I am still standing I doubt it was poisoned in any way." Talking it over like this had a strangely calming effect on Roland, his voice growing more confident.
Málean takes the dagger carefully, not wanting to risk anything despite Roland’s hypothesis. He studies the knife, trailing off into thought and seeming to completely forget that Roland even exists. This suits Roland just fine, and he leaves the strange night elf to his musings.
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.