Edna
Argloc seemed annoyed and no longer cared to conversate with the scout. "The Clan was **Invited** By the Gods. The Nameless Ones sent us a message and I have heard their divine words. I shall attend this meeting of rulers and ensure that the will of the Nameless Ones is met." Sheathing his blade the hulking figure turned and walked out into the darkness around. Following his departure shifting in the woods surrounding dirk could be heard. As figures moved about in the darkness their shuffling ceased after a few moments. Silence fell once more upon the night and Argloc seemed to have faded away. All seemed quiet until the whistling of wind broke the silence giving birth to an arrow that flew through the night sky. Striking true Dirk found himself with an extra hole as his throat began pouring blood from the arrow wound that had pierced it. Falling to the earth the gurling of blood continued the breaking of silence until it faded as well. Silence returned and the night continued on.
Wayne
**Lady Batten's Camp**
*Wilderness*

The caravan was very well employed with mercenaries and men — indeed, with plague along the countryside and especially in the cities, the caravan was _mostly_ men of the sword. Lady Cornelia's Entourage of servants was only what she needed; she didn't want to run the risk of bringing the sickness back to her personal household.

A guard on the perimeter heard the tell-tale whistle of the scouts, and gave the call back. A scout emerged from the bushes surrounding, and quietly gave the report that Dirk's arrow hadn't been at its mark, and hadn't been seen. The scout went back to his duties, and the guard swapped shifts in order to inform the captain of the message.

That, in turn, was delivered to the head of Cornelia's personal guard, who happened to by dining with the Lady. Her dark hair was loose and flowing, her body cloaked in a dark red velvet robe, ornately detailed at the hem, sash, and cuffs. She was comfortable, but not indecent, and lovely to behold, and her bright blue gaze was steady on the captain and commander as they spoke quietly.

_"What is it?"_ Cornelia asked.

The men hesitated, but the Commander of her personal guard finally spoke. _"One of the Scouts has gone missing."_

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_"And that's troubling,"_ Cornelia finished. Both men nodded. She stood up from her seat with elegance and waved her hand at them as she crossed the warm, spacious tent for the wine.

_"Continue. I'd like to know what happens to my people."_

The commander and the captain continued their conversation in her presence, coming up with a plan for protection and avoidance. It was imperative that they get to Taemar. A scout didn't matter.
Edna
The small roaming Clanmens continued to travel through the wilderness of Taemar. Many were disgruntled when Argloc had told them to not eat the dead scout. "It was a good kill," One brute had said. But to Argloc such thoughts were why his people were lost in the wastes. He knew that it would be a hard grueling process of trial and error but in the end his people will be apart of the civilized world and no longer stuck in the primitive, cannibalistic, incestuous, world they barely live in now. Riding on upon their hardy mounts the Clansmen gallop through the woods unopposed. Wearing heavy armor the Clansmen are covered in thick layers of furs coloring in dark shades seeming rather intimidating. Most would be too hot with all this clothing but these were warriors, conditioned for the worst conditions. Largely unaffected by the elements they rode on through the forest and out on the main road. Hooves slamming onto hard stone(dirt, whatever the road is made of) the Clansmen made quite a showing as the large bulking men skirted out from the thick wilderness and in unison road out on the road. Traveling towards this "Vallen" That the Council was being apperanrly being held at. Argloc hoped that the Nameless Ones were not playing a cruel trick upon him, that this Council shall mean a new era of prosperity for his people. Either way he was determined to find out...
Wayne
**Lady Batten's Caravan**
_Wilderness and to the Main Road_

Precautions in place, the Batten Caravan moved swiftly as they were much smaller than normal. In avoidance with the plague, they kept their movements tight and controlled. The scouts led the way onto the road until Taemar proper came into view. Miraculously, it was as if the plague had vanished, and the horses and carriages could make even better time.

Lady Cornelia was unsure what the council would bring, and idly wondered in the moments she took away from her work of sums and inventory on who might be present and what excitement she might see. Her plan was to be a fly on the wall, observant, and marking down what pieces were play, and where.