"We've established the Council Hall, as well as the groundwork for the upper and lower districts. Commander Dulvac is helping set up defenses of the city in case of attack. We've still got to work out and build locations for jobs, produce and transportation. And after that, we've still got to convince non-Blackquill citizens to come live in the city. Elona is taking care of those last two things." Ezequiel responded, nodding to the host's brother. "And I may just take you up on the offer of looking at those magical artifacts. The Blackquill does have some cash." Ezequiel was finished talking, but he was distracted by three men wearing fancy cloaks walking past him. "Rhys, are these men invited to the party?"
Falaern was flying towards Onyx when she saw something strange. A small camp of people she didn't recognise - their clothes were foreign. She hadn't been spotted, so she decided to investigate. Quietly landing Soren, she snuck towards the camp. Hiding behind a tree, she listened in on the conversation that was taking place.
(Jag, mind telling me what they're saying?)