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With the alchemical golem defeated, your group can finish scouting out the ruins, at least what parts don't have to be carefully excavated. There are no more immediate dangers, (only scrap parts for more golems) so you surmise that you can return up the rope ladder you secured and head back to town.
The full excavation team prepares there to head out the next day, and you can meet up and report your findings to Kyreen Tael, the half-elf ranger who leads the full team.
After passing on the clues about the true nature of the site, Kyreen infers out loud with a smile. "Well, this site is not the Osirian ruins I had hoped for, but more likely a Jistkan laboratory. Luckily, it should still prove interesting and useful with its connections to ancient alchemy and mechanical crafting. Many thanks for securing the site for us lowly academics."
With that, (and a quick payment courtesy of the prince) you are free to return to the docks for a ride home to Absalom, and more fish.
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With Mrs. Crinkle calmed down, Thrass is not sure how to react. She did promise to protect him from the squirrels, but...
With everyone patched up, Thrass sticks to the back of the group, clearly not much interested in the historical significance of this place. You get the feeling that Thrass very much lives in the here and now, with neither an eye for the past, or a worry for the future. He kicks some golem parts to make sure they don't animate, and when they look a little too intact, he breaks them just to be sure.
Throughout the rest of the day, Thrass offers Mrs. Crinkle more fish a few more times, just to make sure she isn't hungry and turns on the rest of the party.
Back in Aspenthar, he replies to Kyreen, "Lowly academics? Pssh, you have a role to fulfill in society, just like we do. Don't sell yourself short. Just because you don't walk into danger regularly, doesn't mean you're not useful."
With that said, he packs up his stuff and heads into the sunset, with fish in hand and peace on his mind.
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Giles (and Ecthelion) appear very happy as they give the report to Kyreen. They seem pleased with themselves on their first (paid) adventure. "The ruins and equipment left behind were very interesting indeed. I myself have thought about getting into the alchemical craft. Please let me know if I can be of service in the future." He bows to Kyreen and turns to the rest of the group.
"Thank you all for allowing us to join your group. It has been a pleasure, and I hope we contributed well enough for our first foray. We hope to see you again on future adventures, or down at the tavern for some celebratory drinks. He smiles warmly at each of you and winks at Mrs Crinkle one last time.
Ecthelion reaches out to touch a tentacle to each person in farewell and gurgles at the group in Mwangi again.
Giles and Ecthelion wave as they head off to a local fine establishment.
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Kat walks alongside the Iruxi. "So what's next for you, my friend?" Her face is perfectly straight, though she hides her smile seeing Thrass dressed exactly like her.
"What is next? I don't know, and I don't care. I might stay here for a while, enjoy the weather and see if those scholars need a bodyguard. The Society will call on me again soon, I'm sure, so it's nice to take some time off. How about you?"
He offers Kat another fish.
"Thank you all for allowing us to join your group. It has been a pleasure, and I hope we contributed well enough for our first foray. We hope to see you again on future adventures, or down at the tavern for some celebratory drinks. He smiles warmly at each of you and winks at Mrs Crinkle one last time.
"Certainly, you helped a lot. Ecthelion was a fine bodyguard, and you did that magic thing on Oranna's sword that nearly split that wood-thing in two. You're a good friend to have."
Thrass also slips a fish in Ecthelion's tentacle as he touches him.
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Mrs. Crinkle's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Heehee! Oh sure, why not. You only live once!" And with that, she accepts a warmed-by-the-desert-air-for-a-bit-too-long-for-anyone's-stomach's-good fish from Thrass and bites its head off just like Kaitlyn. After grinding the bones with her teeth for a bit, she swallows and utters a refreshed sigh. "Ah. Crunchy on the outside, juicy on the inside. Well, I'm off for a drink to wash down this beauty! First round's on me for whoever wants to join! Heehee!" And with wink at her companions and a merry chuckle, she takes another bite of fish and saunters off down the road in her absolutely ridiculous, bunched-up-and-oversized red sweater dress. "Come on, you youngsters! This old lady's gonna drink you under the table! Heehee!"
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Oranna had seen enough. The less she stayed the better and as soon as they got into town she'd make the arrangement to get transferred out to wherever else she was needed. Besides the partial fear of being called in to get hit by one of those syringes, a fear of needles as such, it was for the best.