Tyrects begins to get impatient. "What is it we need from this woman?” he asks. “Just scorpion venom?"
"You say that like scorpion venom were goat's milk,” Terrence quips. “Scorpions are generally reluctant to part with it, except directly into your bloodstream."
"I agree with the loud one. Gathering such a thing is difficult," Roland says. He pauses, before adding, "And while we might perhaps be able to harvest venom sacs from slain scorpions I am getting a growing suspicion we do not want to take violently from this place anything we might be able to bargain for."
"Well…." And then Tyrects says the next loudly so his voice carries, "We need scorpion venom to heal the High Lord, and I don't want to spend more time standing in the dark woods doing nothing than I need to. If we don't get help forthcoming, I will harvest what I need to myself." With that, he unslings his hammer and stretches.
"In my experience, it is not unreasonable to be wary of scorpions." Sabal's tone is light and conversational.
Terrence examines Tyrects's battle stance. "You know, that would be something to see! An another instant matinee hit! Giant Lizard Man VS Giant scorpion! Tearing the stage apart! It would be exhilarating!"
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.