Amongst the papers of the Darkspine’s summons, the commonfolk’s appeals for aid, missing posters and quests at Stella’s Adventurer's Guild, you find a transcription of the Dark Court’s speech on Stella’s desk discussing the latest of affairs.

Stella huffs, “Silly lot they are at the Court. Too busy showing off to send any true aid. Leave it all to us, aye?”

Your eyes scan the page.

Fellows of the Dark Court, it is a privilege to be hosting tonight’s feast despite such dire times. It will not have escaped your noble attentions that foul things are afoot. From the doorboy to our waiting maids, we have all heard that which ails our common folk.

Whispers that lure sleeping wolves from their dens, folk that go missing only to return changed and different, companions attacking their sworn allies. Serfs do not turn up to work, fields are left unattended, deliveries are not kept, the woods grow darker and unfamiliar to those who have known them like the back of their paws.

The wine poured before you is from the Striped Snail Vineyard, who’s owner just last week disappeared. Who’s to say when they will return? With only 40 caskets of wine left, it’d be a sorry state indeed if we never taste this delight again.

The potatoes in tonight’s dish are well-loved by my Lady Maple, but with the farmstead overrun by the Consumed, the workers have been pushed back in the harvesting season. Soon those countless potatoes may rot in the soil, only this harvest before us that was enjoyed.

A feast in these poignant times to remember much loss.

With that, we are all here, I am sure, to bring forth the topic that it is our duty to both Mika and our people to stamp down these wretched creatures in our precious Darkspine. I’d like to extend my gratitude to Baron Wickham for dispatching 20 of his valiant wolf-at-arms to the nearby borders to ensure the safety of tonight’s traveling gentry so that they may put forth their opinions on the matter.

We have summoned aid with local packs and extended them afar, but we cannot in good faith leave all the hard work to them. So I turn to your esteemed wisdom, my friends, to begin the debate. How much aid shall we send?

May Mika’s gaze enlighten us tonight.