Lady Shannen salutes you gracefully, then she asks for her husband窶冱 sword.
窶禰ere it is, my lady. We found it at the end of a bloody quest, filled with dangers and horrors.窶
窶埜ell done, brave adventurers,窶 is her answer. 窶悩ou shall be cured, as your wounds were suffered in the service of the Imperium, and my own. And you merit a generous reward: it窶冱 your actions that guarantee survival for Rocksword and its rulers. Here, take this box. It contains twelve hundred golden Eagles for you.窶
A page enters, carrying a silver tray with golden goblets.
窶妊rink, my braves,窶 Lady Shannon continues. 窶乃his wine contains a curative potion that the good prior of Esus窶冱 temple has concocted for you. Tomorrow we shall have a feast. Lairin, the Sword of the Lords of Rocksword, is back. But today... oh, today...窶
A tear rolls gently upon her cheek. She turns, to hide it, and whispers: 窶 Today, we shall mourn for Duncan.窶
You raise your goblets in a mute showing of respect to the dead Lord. Then, silently, you take money and leave lady Shannen.
