You find some clear words to describe Verum's situation and paint a vivid picture of how fast a city can fall if its guards are weakened by plague or death. You do not want to go to the Wychwood, but since when has that meant anything? You will not sit around and wait for the end, that is not your way. "If the A'Dendri have a cure," you say, "we will find it."

You see agreement in most faces, and the King nods respectfully. It seems he had wanted to see how committed you were. The King glances toward a Watcher who has been standing on the opposite side of the room the whole time. Then his majesty rises, "There shall be an expedition to the Wychwood supported by the crown. Preparations shall begin immediately."