OOC: The restart-
Vance looks to Lora and sees the frown but she says nothing. "I fear Lord Grignard has escaped," Vance says as he and Jareth both find seats once more.
The table was nearly full with everyone sitting silently around it, as the fire crackled behind them.
Trinham studies his boots, pretending not to take in every word. Knowing that Vance probably doesn't want to hear what he has to say he listens intently.
Ernestine was silent as well, but attentive. She didn't know all the players yet and this game was getting dangerous. She remembered the first time she say the old dragon Vester, and knew when he found out what had happen to his treasure his wrath would be terrible.
Lora took a chair and waited. There was so much to tell but where to begin. She hid her apprehension behind the stern frown she wore like warriors wore armor.
Malaroc took off his gauntlets to better cross his armors. The crown was secure, but the group still had to return it. Could this be some other twist the gods meant to throw in the groups way? Could this Reygurian lord be trouble as they tried to finish their mission?
Jareth wanted to pace but took the news with a new found calm, he never knew he was capable of. "Good, he did not deserve to be locked away, he was a good man." he says wondering where he might have gone. Not back to Lord Bear's army.
"Then are you sure he is Reygurian?" the elven ambassador asks with a small smile. He steeples his long fingers together before continuing. "Did you know that the Reygurs have open secret negotiations with the Treylor? Their country is between the pass and Siere and will be the first to fall should The Legions march Off to War."