The Feast.
It is just after dusk that you are all fetched by liveried servants and taken to the northern hall.
A long table has been placed here and dressed with plates of food and wildflowers.
The table is lined with simple stools and a slightly sturdier stool sits at one end, beside it King Corbin is deep in conversation with his two close associates, Cene and Diarmuid.
As you enter he indicates for you all to take a seat.
" Please, sit and take your leisure."
" I know...some of you are eager to here this...well, there is no other way to say. I hope that my words do not lessen your love for Ereworn and its people."
" Of the gold recovered by your brave actions we will putting the equivalent of 1000 silver aside to see to the ongoing rebuilding, expansion and restocking of each current holding within the Grey Hills."
" Of the remainder, the equivalent of 1000 silver will be gifted to each of those who braved the Grey Hills, both those of Glissom and those of Ereworn."
" The remainder, what there may be....will be absorbed by the coffers of Ereworn and used to assist her people in their continued recovery from the dark times behind us."
" So say I, Corbin of Ereworn."
" Now, please, my friends. Eat, drink, be well. If you wish to speak with myself or Cene or Diarmuid you are welcome to do so."
" At the close of the feast I will have requests of you all..."
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