Owain read the two documents.
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Owain finishes his reading then passes one document off to Olven and holds on to the other. "There is little here to enlighten us to Handar's fate unfortunately. At the least our suspicions of foul play on his part have been removed."

Owain holds up the other rolled up document for emphasis. "The king's letter is back in our possession."

Olven Wolf raises an eyebrow in surprise.  "Oh?  Then perhaps Handar isn't the scoundrel I took him for.  All's better, then."

Then, turning to D'aden, Olven says, "The Lyceum is a couple of days' journey outside of the city, a place of former learning that may hold wealth that can help rebuild Kalaman."

D'aden nods his head, "I thought as much, when the letter was mentioned. Handar made sure I knew it was important."
"If it be the king's business, then I am at your service. It's certain to be more exciting than carrying stone for building."

As everyone got acquainted with D’aden, the girl Kar had brought with him looked at the sky.

"If this place is as distant as it seems, I may be able to assist. I've spent quite a bit of time travelling."

"Excellent," Olven says, nodding.  "Sir Owain is the only of us who is mounted, and we had discussed acquiring a wagon.  Your assistance will be greatly helpful.".

With his pack on his back, his gear and weapons, Olven looks like he's about to embark on a long march.  "The Lyceum is a few days' journey from here, but there should be opportunities to rest along the way and reprovision." He looks at his comrades.  "Well?  Does anyone need anything else before we leave?"

After noting the female's curious glance at the sky, D'aden wonders about the weather and takes his own glance skywards.

"I need to pick up my things," Sarah, the female traveling with Kar, said. "But if you pick up the food and the other things we need, I'll catch up with you when I'm done."

[OOC: I'm just making a point. I'm not infering that we need to do the shopping IC.]

D'aden mucks about with his backpack and pulls out a light cloak. Then with a grin, says, "I've enough with me to travel a week or so on my own. I'll be happy to share, but I daresay the tent would be awfully crowded."

In spite of himself, Olven Wolf grins.  "Thanks for your hospitality," he says, laughing.  "We should find out if this Lyceum has a water source close by.  But as you say, we'll surely find streams or rivers where we can refill our wineskins." He grunts.  "Pity we won't have actual wine."

"If we had a few barrels, we could gather the water as we move. It wouldn't take much to rig something to catch the rain."

Olven nods his head.  "Excellent idea, D'aden," he says, grinning. "Would that we could rig a moving line to catch fish or rabbits for our dinner, as well." Olven sees about procuring supplies for the group, including some personal items.

"I did think to hunt on the way. Is haste so necessary that I should forego my most favored meals?"
D'aden appears pensive, apparently, he truly enjoys catching what he eats. "I'm afraid I have neither provisions, nor means to acquire them, otherwise."

Olven Wolf frowns and looks concerned.  "I like to live off the land if I can, too, D'aden, but you should always plan for bad days.  At least take enough rations that you'll have one meal a day if the hunting is scarce.  I'm sure we can spare some provisions for you.  But if we get trapped in the Lyceum, you'll need food."  He grimaces. "I wouldn't want to have to resort to eating what we can find in that place."

As the heroes were talking, they noted the mayor of the Vingaard ward, a one handed Qualinesti elf, riding towards them with his personal guard.
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Olven Wolf breaks off his talk with the others and strides forward to meet the mayor and his personal retinue.  "Good day, gentlemen," he says in a friendly manner.  "And how are you, your mayorship?"

D'aden greeted the mayor in accordance to Qualinesti traditions.
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Jarlianthas stops his horse and dismounts.  "Ah a good day to you as well gentlemen.  But please call me Jarlianthas or just Jarl, I am not one to hunger for the glory of titles."

A small smile play across his lips.  He nods to D'aden.

"To meet one known to the customs of my people, it is an honor to meet you.  Well the rebuilding efforts seem to be taking longer than planned, but these things happen.  How do you fare?  May I be of service?"

Olven Wolf looks at the others, and then at the Ward Master.  "I don't believe so, sir," he answers.  "The king has entrusted us with a mission for the good of Kalaman, and we're preparing for our journey."

He inventories everything on the cart.  "Horses, food, light sources, supplies.  I think that's about everything."

"Ah goodness,a mission from the King himself... I do believe I have found the right group of travellers then."

Jarl smiles broadly.

"In that case, I should introduce myself as your fellow adventurer.  It seems you need some assistance afterall."

Chuckling to himself, Jarl takes a closer peak at the inventory on the cart.  Nodding at the cart, "I do suppose everything is in order.  Are we ready to depart?"

"To be frank, I don't know. My normal mode of travel does not have the alacrity that the others here have expressed a desire for."

"We have already purchased the suggested amount of food for the trip," Tarhall said. "I for one am eager to see what the Lyceum has to offer."

Olven nods his head.  "As am I," he says.  "Shall we get this show on the road?"

With practiced ease, the Ward Master grasps his horse's mane with the good hand and steps up into the saddle.

"Very good.  Let us be off then, tally ho."