Kari
Vex Gresham
Outside of the City

Vex scowled at the beast as it fed. The irony of him criticizing the bestial nature of Cecilia not lost.

"Not only am I sure. I know where the coven lies. Now if you don't mind we should wait for the rest of the volunteers before I divulge the plan. I hate repeating myself." In truth he just didn't want to hear her talk anymore.

Ian Mortuo
Council Room

The younger of the two members sent by the Paladins had remained behind after the trial. He sat in the back and kept his eye out an arrow slit. Once he noticed the sun had reached a certain point he stood up and clapped his hands together.

"Forgive yet another intrusion by the Order, Lords and Ladies, Your Higness' and Your Majesties." He began. "But the time has arrived. My colleague is awaiting us and now I must ask that your volunteers follow me. I need not remind you of the severity of the situation."

Ian bowed to the council, before turning to the exit and beginning the train towards the clearing where Vex and the Shifter waited.

Jax Brightwater, captain of the Eclipse Guard looked at his squire, nodded, and stood up to follow the Paladin. The pale shadow of Aleks quickly in tow, nervously fidgeting with his saber.
Katherine
Anyanka Durkhan 
Council Room

Anya watched as Jax rose, about to comment on how she'd prefer him _not_ to go off with the paladins. But she swallowed down the comment, inhaling slowly and giving him a soft, 'be careful' kind of smile as he and Aleks stood.
William
Nikita Valacar
Outside the Council Room

Valacar stood amongst the huddled crowd of volunteers. Standing side by side, waiting for some event to occur. An eagerness lingered in the air, but it faltered in this weary feeling of uncertainty.

The group stirred as soon as the Council Room doors opened. In that instant, they all began to move in this march like fashion. Walking along with their arms at hand. The nature of this quest was dire, and Valacar could feel it resonating in the hearts of others.
Rosa
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Council Room

Bradai had been watching the betrothal discussion when Bennard spoke to him. He really hadn't taken notice of the lord from Rikolto previous, but it appeared his young emissary was making moves. He pursed his lips and wrote his name down in his journal. 

"What?" The Pirate King turned to face Bennard, and his expression softened when the man asked about the Isles. "Stable." He paused, but a chuckle broke his composure. "By tha Gods, stable for once. Tha plague 'as made tha Mainland stop it's Gods forsaken meddling in my business and frankly, my Islanders are strong. Vhey're strong on tha water, vhey're strong 'ere. I find, Lord Wrencrest, vhat the 'arder I work, tha more lucky I get. It seems vhat my luck is—" He paused when the Order of the White Rose came back into the room and began asking for volunteers. When he opened his mouth, he found that the voices of his men took it's place. 

"Aye, we'll do't." One of them said, moving from his place on the wall. "The Plague effects us all, Tonate Proper included. Wiff yer premission, yer Grace, we'll go on, signal more men from tha camp to join ye." 

"Well, look it vhat." Bradai said, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm surprised none uff tha Mainlanders are comin' to solve a problem on your land. 'eaff Romanoff? Too busy to solve your own issues? No one 'ere going to join my men?" He paused, "I mean no disrespect." He lied.

Gitten gave a wave of dismissal, and five Islanders joined the Paladin and the Astorian knight. Bradai turned the Bennard, "I suppose you don't 'ave any men you'd like to fhrow into tha Paladin's whims?"