Aya raises her eyebrows on Ibid's and Cyrus' banter about tentacle monsters and giggle-pokes. "You seem to have quite an ood sense of humour," she says, puzzled at first, but breaking into smile a while later. "And Lord Moonstep, you should know that wines are a rarity in Mwangi Expanse - they don't quite survive the climate. But fortunately you are at Sharrowsmith's Exports, and there isn't anything we couldn't deliver. So please sit down, while I bring you refreshments, including your coveted Chelish red"
And a while later, the group is relaxing on the lodge lounge, enjoying the refreshments. Finarin agrees the vintage is very good - a true reward after a long day. Meanwhile, Aya calls some servants to clean out the bodies before they start to smell. It is already quite late, so repairs can wait for later.
"I am glad you were here, Pathfinders. Without you, they would've surely destroyed the books. And perhaps destroyed the lodge - along with my business. But a Thread of Silver cannot stay here, for obvious reasons. I will arrange you a transport back to Absalom, and you must take the book to your archives. I will make sure your leaders will hear of your valiant deeds here."