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You all manage to patch yourselves up and wonder what all that was about, when you suddenly hear Solvatar screaming for help outside. Rushing outside, you see him smiling broadly.
"Well done, fellow Pathfinders! You’ve defeated the threats assaulting my manor. At least, that’s how it appears. In case you haven’t gathered by now, this attack was staged. This manor is ritually warded in a manner akin to the arena that Farabellus had you fighting in earlier, so there was no risk that you or any of the mercenaries you fought today would come to lasting harm. I say this to set your mind at ease, but not to diminish the value of what you have accomplished here. Had this attack been real, you would have saved the lives of many of my staff, and for that, I am grateful. You acted swiftly when a seemingly safe situation turned awry. It goes without saying, of course, that I would ask you not to talk about this training program, especially about the last challenge and my role in it. Doing so would taint the exercise for the new group."
As Solvatar speaks, the slightly battered chair waddles out into the courtyard and heads towards one of the adjacent buildings, muttering something about "getting my upholstery redone"
As you board the carriage to head back to the Grand Lodge, the three deans emerge from the gate, applauding.
"You acted very swiftly and decisively during the attack on the manor!"
"Very well done, especially during the Scrolls trial. You also get a passing mark."
"I applaud your innovative way of getting past my dragon. You will do well in your adventures."
You are escorted back to the Grand Lodge, where you are all critiqued on your work. Ambrus Valsin confirms that you have all passed the trials and advises you to get some rest.
"Rest up, Pathfinders. I should have real missions for you soon!"
Thanks for playing. If there are no more changes to the chronicles, I'll report the game and send them out.
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"Oh, that's good to hear!" Jiggo breathes easily. "Glad no one was actually hurt." He waves to the chair. "No hard feelings, I hope."
He turns to his friends. "It was a joy taking this test with you. I hope Salera and I weren't too much of a burden."
A few days later, the great Satin Dragon endures his most difficult test, yet: a swarm of children pile upon the beast, hugging and squeezing its soft scales and fuzzy tail. Jiggo tries to hide his grin.
