Of Mischief New and Old
Thirtieth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
A trio of moss-furred wolves the size of horses are not quite enough to make people call out in alarm, not in Sorcerer's Deep, but they are certainly enough to draw stares and exclamations from visitors and locals alike. Not everyone walks in the Godswoods, after all. "They should prove helpful against some of the more esoteric perils of the jungle, not only in battle but in their great wisdom," you introduce the verdant wolves.
Eyes bright as the summer sun stare up at the surprised Baelon Dortaris. "We will guide and we will guard," the lead wolf proclaims.
To his credit, the Myrman does not stay surprised for long. He bows in thanks, first to you and then to the wolves. "I will see to it that you are all given cabins oboard one of the ships."
The false ravens you sent along do not bother with introduction, but instead fly right up to the masts of the venture's ships, looking around high and low at what is to be their new home, somewhat to the journeying mage's disappointment. "They make even fairer messengers than the one's the Citadel, do they not, Your Grace?" he asks a little hesitantly.
"As long as they are given interesting enough tasks," you reply with a a smile. "That should not be much of a chore where you are going." With a nod towards the silver haired man who had kept silent so far, you add. "Investigator Baedar knows the way of keeping them happy." And more besides, the Inquisition often makes use of the greater ravens with their power to turn unseen and deliver poison to any who would interfere with their tasks, but that you do not speak of.
Dany picks up the conversation smoothly, drawing forth a sealed writ you had made up just this morning. "Once you have decided upon a permanent base, we can transport an engineering crews with a Lyre and Titan Tools to help build shelter against the jungle. We cannot afford to draw them from their tasks for more than a day or two, but that should grant you a solid anchor to build from..."
"Your generosity humbles us, Your Grace, Your Highness," Investigator Baedar says, sounding a little short of words at the strike of good fortune.
"If it is all the same to you, investigator, I would rather inspire diligence than humility. I have found it gets more results," you reply, drawing a laugh from magister Baelon and a suspicious cough from his previously silent manservant. You are pleased to see the man takes the break in decorum in good humor. Not all the marks of slavery vanished with the collars, though from the easy way they stand by each other, you suspect these two had a relationship more akin to lord and long-standing valet than master and slave.
"Er... would it be possible to have access to the arcane tools on the first month of the next year?" Wisdom Gyles interjects, speaking quickly as though afraid he might lose his nerve if he slows down. "Depending on how long it takes us to find a suitable position for a base, we might not be able to clear it in time."
"Worry not, the trees of Sothoyos burn just as readily as Stepstones weeds. It should not take more than a few minutes," you interject. "The soil produced should be even more fertile then the traces here on the islands."
The silence that follows in the wake of your words is deafening. Thankfully, before it can stretch out too awkwardly, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps on the creaking boards of the pier interrupt it. Turning, you see a second older investigator carrying his sea chest aboard, followed by a familiar red haired girl.
"Hello Lilly, come to see the expedition off?" you greet her first, to spare the child from trying to figure out protocol. Almost two months in Sorcerer's Deep have done her well. She has shot up an inch or two in height and and her face has filled in some with proper food, not whatever the band of brigands could steal or forage in the Rainwood.
"Yes, Your Grace," she replies with a boldness you suspect she does not entirely feel, but decides to make use of anyway. "I wish I was going with them, but master Tobyis says it's not safe, and I don't think I'm skilled enough to stow away yet."
"Well, keep working at it. I'm sure you will get one or the other soon," Dany encourages. Shortly after, and to the sound of many thanks, the two of you depart back to the keep.
As you approach, an odd shadow passes over you on its final test flight before deployment next month. It's been a long time since you had to hide him in a cupboard.
"You know," Dany says frowning. "I wonder what happened to those wisps in the swamp, the ones that nearly killed you and tried to force us to go after some witch."
"Easy enough to discover," you close your eyes in thought and
spellcraft. "They are in the Feywyld. The hag apparently caught up with them and bound them in lanterns to illuminate her hut."
"Couldn't have happened to a more worthy bunch of nuisances," your sister grumbles.
What do you do next?
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OOC: The wisps did not roll well in the background, but if you guys still want to poke them Viserys got enough of a location fly though the Feywyld after them. Not yet edited.