Every story had a but, and the but of this one was the tipping of scales. Well trained military type outlanders arriving had apparently caused tension, and when there is an internal affair there must always be a mediator. A council, with a mixture of the two nationalities on it, that technically lead the Hollowed Grounds. When told that ‘they haven’t done much yet’, Killian smile a little. Hell yeah, less things he had to worry about messing up then. ”The council is kind of like a middle ground then, and less of a government?” he asked, just to clarify his suspicions.
When the map was pulled from the book, the young man moved to Jigano’s side, following the lore seekers gesture at the blank portions. He was thoroughly surprised at how much space was left on the map, compared to how much of it was colored with the known. It was almost exciting, to see how much there was to explore, but for now he had to focus one what he could learn now instead of what he might in the future. He reached down and traced his finger around the barrier, then pointed to the forested space beyond. ”So this is the barrier, and this is the new place? Do you know anything about this part?” he asked.
