On the 19th of Zarantyr, 994 YK, they returned to Blood Crescent. The way back was quicker than the way there, especially with so many riderless mounts. The treasure they bore was minimal, not much had been locked away in the old temple, but they’d burned the bodies of their comrades so as to prevent any gain to the Wastes’ carrion-eaters.
They’d even burned Nebly’s body, accounting that the flayer had forced the gnome to betray everyone, and it hadn’t been the little fellow’s own choice.
Watching the pyre, Orphan had deeply regretted his juvenile jealousy.
Of course by any standard he was a juvenile.
By the 21st of Zarantyr they were on a ship bound for Yrlag.
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