Sabal gets up and wordlessly begins the usual post-battle clean-up tasks: righting overturned furniture, throwing remains of smashed chairs into the fireplace, dragging corpses (and any associated body parts) into rows in preparation for the coroner.
"Has a coroner been fetched yet? He'd better have a look at me," Terrence stumbles into the hall and then falls to the floor groaning and retching. Flynn was near by, preparing to leave. "If I pass out and Little Terry starts talking, I need you all to know that he's a damned liar!"
Quiberron looks over at Terrence and says to Rallaak, “Have we learned anything yet? We may have another victim on our hands.”
By way of response, Terrence vomits weakly in Quiberron's direction.
"If I die, cremate me and throw my ashes in the face of that reviewer from the Old Asphyxten Times Examiner. "Also, maybe don't eat the cobbler."
Rallaak pondered a little bit. "Well it's either an ingested poison, which means you shared some of the same food, or it was by a contact with an open wound. Have you been cut at all, Terrence?" He questioned as he continued to ponder before heading toward Terrence with a syringe. "You mind if I draw a sample?" he questions so he can learn more. "This does seem to be a rare poison more than anything, and I would hope there is an antidote."
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.