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Yuri bellows with laughter at the thought of himself as a Decemberpirate. But then his expression grows wistful. "Aye, an' 'tis true I joined the Society to shut the yaps o' them that called me 'n me kin uncivilized sand dwarves! I reckon I've shut a few yaps along the way, but now wouldna that be somethin'!?! 'N more to th' point, anyone can see that what the Society really needs right now is more head banging! Head banging and drinkin'! If our agents wuz tipplin' on the regular, and buttin' heads like a pack o' rams, why our enemies 'd all just up an keel over from fear! An who better to guide our agents in such methods than ol' Yuri here?" He chuckles to himself, clearly amused by the absurdity of it all, before his expression grows more somber. " An' another thing. These casters hereabouts - " he gestures to Kasimir and Rokgurn - "there's no tellin' what shenanigans they'll be gettin' up to if there ain't at least one Decemberpirate who's jest a simple fellow t' keep an eye on 'em!" He cracks open a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, takes a swig, and passes it around. "All right. I assept!" he says with a loud belch.
With the lodge secured and Pathfinder reinforcements joining the restoration efforts, Eliza and the other Decemvirate member adjourn to Skyreach with the party to discuss the opportunity further. While the Whispering Tyrant's forces still threaten Absalom, the Pathfinder Society is once again secure, having thwarted a great internal threat.