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"Regardless I'm giving this place a good review. Your dungeon is atrocious. And don't think for a moment I don't know how 'helpless' you three hags are." Colleen says remembering the dwarven scarf. "Just be glad I don't burn the place down with you all in it!"
Oustide she tosses Hudor back his three gold coins, and tells him to not forget her luggage.
The Grymble sisters cower further at Coleen's words as the 'merchant' leaves, Hudor following her with your bags.
Despite the relative short trip down the path towards the pier, your journey back to the Abacus takes longer than your last trek. All three of the dwarven envoys are exhausted and weak, and while gracious for your assistance they slow you down somewhat. Still, before long PAssad's ship rises up form the water before you. Spoting you limping along in the night - and your three new friends - several of the sailors run down to help along with Metella.
As you're sheparded aboard, Temel Passad looks at you with a smile, then nervously back up the path you came down. "Wonderful! I take it these are the three missing dwarves then? Good: I'm sure your Society will be well-pleased. Now, if there's nothing else here, let's push off. I want to get us upriver and out of this country at all possible speed.
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As they leave the inn, Kevan suggests that the sisters might have better luck if they open their arms to Cayden Cailean and his tasty beverages..
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Back on the boat, the priest gathers any wounded and channels, healing many of the cuts and bruises they have. "Metella, do we need anything else here?" He turns to the previous captives. "Is there anything we ought to know before getting out of here?"
