Boztun Badlands, Klos 16th, 350AC, 9:00  (clear, 28 degrees, crescent moon)

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After eating breakfast, Norman glides up to your table.  “The Presidents will see you now.  Please follow me.”  You are led back to the presidents’ meeting room and settle around the table.  Both Gaal Lont and Ramil are present, sitting across from each other at the far end of the table.

Gaal Lont gives a tight smile, and slowly taps his fingers on the table, “Gentlemen, looks like you had a quick trip, but not a quiet one.  I’m afraid your original mission will have to be postponed.”

Ramil stands, and paces a bit as he speaks, “We don’t know enough about the badders.  Between reports from the Lex and Klintok tribes, and from what our scouts have seen, the badders are based out of a shroom forest to our northeast.  But their communities are below ground, and thus hidden.  I’m not going to take those burrowing jerks at their word and surrender to an imaginary army.”

Gaal Lont: “What we propose is this:  your group will journey into Ukrul and seek audience with the king or his representatives.  Ragnor, you will present the idea of having the king visit here, instead of our group going there.  Just as you suggested.  We can draft up an official proposal with the proper wording he would want to hear.”

Ramil: “But the real mission is to find out everything you can about the badders.  Where they live, how many, how their society functions, what goods they produce, their true military power.  We can send a few of our scouts with you to help map what you find.”

Gaal Lont: “So that’s our initial plan.  Do you have any input or suggestions?”