Amersanus Valacosti's page

"Most unfortunate," Valacosti observes with disappointment that gives way to menacing resolve. "I believe you are making a grave mistake by placing any faith in these glorified tomb robbers, praetor. Once they fail, remember that the Aspis Consortium has extended a generous offer of aid in this troubling time. One can only hope that this Pathfinder experiment does not exacerbate the situation further and necessitate our renegotiating the terms."

Another success.

Visibly frustrated, Valacosti appeals one last time to Sylien. "Praetor. I implore you, send these Pathfinders back from where they came from. This is neither the place nor the time for their presence. For the sake of the people of Fort Bandu, do not let them worsen this situation."

"Is this supposed to make an impression?" Valacosti is quick to dismiss the display of power. "If you think this situation can be solved at the point of a sword or by brandishing some hedge wizardry, you’re as ignorant as your predecessor. These Pathfinders will rush headlong into the jungle and slaughter the kobold tribe, creating a power vacuum among the other tribes and only worsen this disaster."

The agent looks on incredulously, glaring at Gaskar as if he'd just cut off his own hand. He watches the whip clutter to the ground and then looks back up at the half-orc. He turns to Praetor, still glaring to ensure the implication sinks in.

Praetor frowns back at him and looks to the other Pathfinders, still hopeful for a good showing.

Valacosti grows increasingly incensed as the Pathfinders explain their case. "Sharrowsmith professed an intimate understanding of the region and its delicate balance of power as well, and behold the results: dozens dead, dozens more missing, kobolds attacking our mining operations, and people living in fear of the next raid. Praetor, with all due respect, you cannot allow these Pathfinders to exacerbate an already delicate situation."

Praetor Sylien is in mid-conversation with a lanky Garundi man in fine attire. Their conversation stops abruptly, and the praetor’s guest disdainfully glares at the latest arrivals. “Pathfinders. I shouldn’t be surprised. Only your organization would have the gall to so brazenly show its face when you’ve already caused so much damage.”