Larksong Grotto eat your kings

Hiram was wary. Extremely so. Yet, his priest Phares made some important points when he stepped forward. Coming from one Hiram wholly trusted, The Cardinal's heart softened as he regarded the visitors. His rigid, stiff body language began to falter. The herd was thinning. He could not be a Cardinal without a flock to attend to. He needed all the bodies he could get -- He needed the hunters. The lives of his children depended on that. He couldn't sit by and allow them to struggle.

First, Hiram looked to his wife. "Winter is close and the kids have to be fed," he whispered. "We need bodies." He didn't like them. They were a threat. But if they came in peace as the High Inquisitor said, things would turn out fine. Reluctantly, Hiram turned back to the party and spoke. "You can stay to help me fill in the gaps in what I know." The Seer had left him with little understanding, so any extra knowledge was appreciated.

"But, if I think any harm will come to my family -- you all have to leave. Will this suffice?" He asked, hoping his stipulation would please all parties involved. Of course it would. He had everything under control... right?