It’s after noon when the party emerges from the woods. Bloodied, bruised, and covered with carnelian and crystal shards. Alluremaleth Mellarathiel gingerly applies one of the antidotes to the Owl bear and cubs in the forest and wisely moves along before they fully wake.
Murg and Sorata Kien greet you warmly, seeing the state of the group, they are relieved to hear that the task is done and that “The Magician” is no more. Warden patrols on the fringes are reporting that the light, and its effects, are gone. Sorata takes the remaining antidote to be the template for additional doses and offers another thanks. She opens a pouch and places a Goodberry into each adventurer’s hand.
Murg asks for details as he walks toward the Town Hall. He is quite impressed with your luck and grit. “Perhaps,” he says, “it is time that we met with this ‘Lero’ and his people.” Murg brings the party into an infrequently used side chamber. He excuses himself and returns with wine, cheeses, and dried fruit.