Aldric (it's Aldric, the very same of the Grove, the knowledge blooms into Wolfwood's mind-) laughs and shakes his head a little before offering an easy smile. It feels like the first time he's smiled since the plague- this too, pushes itself gently into his thoughts.

"We're loading up the first caravan for the expedition, lad. The goal is to make a path through the woods to ease trade to Roseroot and other towns on that side of the peninsula. Should bring in more goods... and medicine. Going around takes too long, but there's no steady path for carriages and wagons. If we're successful? Nothing like the Red Plague should ever happen again."

There's a stoniness at the mention of the plague, grief and anger- but it fades just as quickly to hope.