"Thank you, Arianwyn," Vel answers seriously.
Aware the the morrow will see the parting of the ways, the party that follows is almost feverishly happy. Old and new tales are exchanged as the group relive their communal memories.
From the defeat of the duergar on Pharoe, to the meeting with Reason and your journey to the tomb of the ancient kings, Kyleth and her vile plans, your adventures in Namarth and finally, your journey into Kargzant - every detail must be told anew and added to the legend of the Chosen. There is sorrow and joy in the telling, but peace in it too.
As the tales draw to a close and the party starts to dissolve into smaller groups, the Gatherer approaches Whiteclaw.
"Ogrol has spoken of your valour and your power is much akin to ours. Let me gift you a last thing."
His hand falls gently on the hide armour that seldom leaves her body and seems to Whiteclaw that the power of the land is added to her defenses.
Whiteclaw
As he leaves, Arginu steps from the shadows. "Take this. A token to remember us by," and she hands the gnoll her shield. "I would like to think of it in your company."
Whiteclaw thanks both of them for the gifts. "I'm glad that we could aid your people, watch over Vel for us, please." she says.
"The shadow road awaits us." the warlock announces, "And thence... The Courts of the Shadow Fey."