The Yuan-Ti War [IC]

[Benejeseret]

Y'Sir

Face slowly closes the journal. It seems there is little use for notes and questions at this point. (internal thoughts: They do not have more details. Details take time, take resources....and they have only scheduled us for a one way trip. Personal note, record everything - their spy networks are clearly lacking.)

With his quick assessments lingering through his thought processors, Face turns to his peers.

Seems clear enough eh?

If this is all then I believe, Major Eisenhammer, you promised Eberek here some food.

Face turn round again to the table.

Would ya accompany us M'lady?