Rallaak steps off to the side as he looks around trying to take in the situation. The invite to dinner only seemed to make things worse. He looks and motions to Quiberron, wanting to talk off to the side as he heard the words about helping to clean up.
Quiberron sees his friend motion to him, and walks over. “Quite an interesting evening, eh? I don’t suppose you have any familiarity with analyzing the properties of unknown poisons?” he asks, brandishing the vial of poison residue.
Rallaak blinks a little bit then smirks, not wanting to give too much away. "I have dabbled in poisons. Let's take a look to see what it's about," he replies, pondering a little bit more. "What do you think of all the events anyway? What exactly is going on?" he adds.
Quiberron hands the vial over to Rallaak. “Here you go, see what you can make of it. Whatever analysis you do, let me know if I can help.
“I really don’t know what happened here. Fennix was going to announce some kind of job, I think, and I’m guessing someone didn’t want him to do that. Maybe they don’t want the job done, or they don’t want him to be the one to sponsor it.” He adds, “It’s a bit of a mystery,” with a quick smile and a glint in his eye.
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.