Tristen waved and nodded as she walked away, slumping in to a chair at a desk and rifling through the papers there half heartedly before yawning slightly. "I wonder how all of this will turn out..."
After a few words, in a literal sense by Corrad to Wynnter everyone is finally ready to travel to their destinations.
Naelareon Lands
Once all are gone Tristen begins to work.
Locations:
Small Market
awareness (notice), persuasion/deception (any), Knowledge (Streetwise)
Trading Inn
awareness (notice), persuasion/deception (any), Knowledge (Streetwise)
Woodworking site
awareness (empathy), persuasion/deception (any), survival (forage/track)
Farmers
awareness (empathy), persuasion/deception (any), survival (forage/track)
Village
awareness (empathy), persuasion/deception (any), Knowledge (Streetwise)
In any location you will roll:
Bartheld Delegation
Lord Darne takes a few men to visit the Barthelds, it is a long travel, but will be there within the month. (You may roleplay or try something of your own making, and you may trigger something, if not I will fast forward).
Grell Delegation
The travel is going to prove very hard for Wynnter, more do to the company she carries than the travel itself. (You may roleplay or try something of your own making, and you may trigger something, if not I will fast forward).
When they stopped to water the horses Wynnter took the chance to stretch her legs, but more importantly check on the gift steed for house Grell. When she was satisfied that the horse was well looked after she turned her attention to Manrel. Since she spoke with Corrad and a few others from the council, a question had formed in her mind.
When she got a chance she waved the knight over. "Something has been bothering me for a bit, and I have a question for you. Why did you volunteer for this? You could have easily passed this off to another yet you agree to do this. Why?" She questioned. "Most of the others from the Lord's council either have some form of distaste for me because of how I dressed at the first meeting."
Bartheld Delegation
Weyland keeps his hands to himself and his tongue silent. He ponders his change in circumstance and the new developments that the most recent Tourney has wrought. Most importantly he keeps by Darne's side to ward away any who would seek to do him harm.
Bartheld Delegation
Darne was honestly unsure what to do, he had never even been on a trip like this for diplomacy but also for a hunt outside of the occasional deer or boar. He thought long and hard for the first days trek and went so far as to count the men of his troupe.
He looked at the men when they made their first nights camp and thought about how to keep their morale up and inspire them at the same time to stay sharp.
He took a moment and finally decided "Spread into groups of ten, what say we make a competition out of this hunt. I expect you lot to practice, House Naelareon has already proven ourselves recently at a hunt and I'd had to lose our winning streak. I offer one dragon to each man in the group of the team that delivers the critical blow to the Griffin. AND, I will hold a tournament from the winning group to decide who amongst that group will head on to study under out Master of the Hunt." he said hoping that that would be enough to inspire his troops.