You and your company of Adventurers have recently dealt with a contingency of Myrenvel renegades. Though victorious, at least 1 scout managed to escape.
You find yourselves in the Ruins of Selinora; what looks to be an older Vel outpost... though unsure of its origin or purpose. Clearly, it has been in disrepair for quite a long time.
You were sent here to investigate the activities of that band of Myrenvel renegades, though you feel there could be more to this location than an encampment for an uppity group of Vel.
The sun is setting behind the westward hills of Gos-Ondun-Fenn... what will you do?
Z rocks back onto her heels, having done what she could with the bandages and crouching comfortably next to Felomar at this point. She rubs a finger across her chin, as if considering the option thoughtfully. "Hmm. While you make a compelling offer, I must say, I have little reassurance that you would follow though on your word, Felomar. What were you and your allies up to anyway? Seems an odd place to settle down with your group." She nods around them to the looming ruins.