Roland looks around. The large lizard man is gone, the loud-mouthed puppeteer almost certainly can't keep his mouth shut, the apparently friendly drow is still coming to, some others are off doing other things. His gaze lands on the purple skinned elf who helped snap him out of his troubles. He approaches. "You seem to have a cool head on your shoulders. Are you interested in helping me on a special task for Lady Arabella?"
“I certainly thank you for the compliment on my head, and I don't see why not. It seems the lord and his family need all the help they can get, and without the right supplies I can do little for the lord. What kind of help has Lady Arabella requested?"
“I’ve found a sample of the poison, but Rallaak needs help analyzing it. Does anyone here have any knowledge of that kind of thing?” Quiberron announces to the room from where he stands.
He stops and looks around, somewhat surprised that so many people have left. He approaches those that are left and repeats his question. “Anyone here familiar with analyzing poisons?”
Overhearing Quilberron's question Málean turns away from his conversation with Roland. "I have some years of alchemical practice if that is of any help. Huh, looks like that curious fellow has things handled though," he says nodding towards Rallaak, "I wouldn't get much done anyway without the right tools, and I haven't had my hands on those since I left Asphyxten. " "Hm, maybe a field lab would do" he mutters to himself as he turns back to Roland.
"I've PLAYED an alchemist! And I've been poisoned more times than you'd expect! Is that any help?" Terrence bounces into the room looking much lighter than when he left.
Suddenly, Terrence looks pale again. "Excuse me!" He rushes back out of the room.
Flynn sighs at Terrence's return, the jabbering of his self importance overtaking the solemn quiet. "I'm beginning to wish your poisoners had done a more thorough job." He grimaces, realizing the mistake of engaging the young man. Too late now. As he goes flitting out of the room again, Flynn turns back to see of what use he can be.
Arabella did mention the need for someone to fetch the coroner and to help clean up.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye to the chair he smashed, Flynn decides maybe he should retrieve the coroner.
"Let us speak outside," Roland says quietly, leading Málean out. Once he is sure they are away from prying ears, he explains. "Apparently the Lady Arabella is not an only child. She has a brother, Ricrose who was... unavailable for this dinner, and desires him retrieved. She does not know his exact location but suggested checking the local taverns, brothels, and slave market." He pauses before adding, "She also requested we keep both the attack and his reputation quiet. I have mentioned this to none but you and would expect you will keep it to yourself as well.”
"Well both are somewhat unsavory, so keeping the spread of information seems optimal considering the situation. And the boy should certainly be told about his father's condition. I don't know much about the layout of the town, so please, lead the way."
"Oh, and if you see any portable alchemical labs, please do tell."
Roland nods. "Truth be told I don't know much about such things and am not certain I would recognize such a kit, but I will certainly let you know if I see one."
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.