"Father, the Royal Isle has been cleared of most of the Queen's men. Early reports indicate that the majority of her standing force migrated North to Garheim and not South to the Outlaw territories."
Lord Stout drank deeply from his cup and looked his eldest in the eyes and asked, "what have I taught you?"
He responded, "be greedy when others are fearful."
Lord Stout smiled, "yes my son. Send word to my old friend Khaldoon. Send a messenger West, after he passes The Great Dune Sea have the locals point you towards the richest man in the region. That should get him to his whereabouts. He may have the goods, but I have the ships. Next, send word to Durrough and see if we can pick up any help, particularly Green Frogs with bows! Lastly, see if you can secure a group of mercs out of Grahnhaven to use as guides."
"Yes sir," the young man responded.
Lord Stout added, "oh, and I I want it done yesterday. "