"Wheelton is
part
of Havelan,"
Roland retorted - demonstrating a surprising amount of knowledge about the location which few would have expected from him.
"It's them you should be turning to in the first place. The Duchess won't be happy if goblins are permitted to enter
her
province without her consent. As is, Her Grace barely tolerates the goblins who are
actually
her subjects."
Then, he smiled, and turned to Flynn.
"Speaking of sweet Helena, I heard-"
"Enough,"
Leon raised a hand for silence.
"Who else is going?"
"I'll go,"
Gallus decided, then shrugged.
"I don't see what I can do here."
"I will stay,"
Derene decided.
"I have the most experience in administering the realm. I know the crown's revenues, expenses, and stockpiles better than anyone here."
"I will remain as well,"
Kathlyn decided.
"Much as I would like to avenge Father or find out what is happening, the prospect of scouring the forests with both Roland
and
Reyner sounds dreadfully unpleasant."
Before either Roland or Reyner could reply to that, Leon interjected.
"I will go to Wheelton,"
he decided.
"You spirited younglings will need someone to keep you in check and heal your inevitable wounds, after all. Now, all of you, get some rest and make your preparations. I'd like us to be gone tomorrow, if possible."