Right around then Gurhal, the massive bear shifter joins you all with open arms and and a huge smile on his face. "BENMARROW! Way to show those Silver Flamers how its done! You do your ancestory proud." He is in a great mood, smiling and laughing at everything going on. "I made a bundle of coins on that fight too, thank you!" He forcibly escorts you all to a nearby area of the camp and starts pouring drinks and handing them out. "Its elderberry wine, we ran out of ale a bout two days ago. The Druids make it, packed a serious punch, and the berries in the bottom are just swiming in booze."
The group chats up one another and the evening progresses into a series of camp wide parties and celebrations over the duel's victory but more importantly the victory over the Abberations. Both sides of the camp mingle together except for the really hardcore rasicts and radicals from both sides.
There is much work to do over the next few weeks, but for today that is all forgoten and for the first time in a long time you truely feel free and relaxed and all your worries are gone...
Someplace in Sharn.
"Yes I realize that!", says Paltir in a worried tone. "Don't worry I have someone in mind that could handle things."
Another more sinsiter voice replies, "You better Paltir, or this good luck you have been having will suddenly take a sour turn for the worse."
*glup* "We still have time, they haven't yet arrived from Stormreach even, right." Paltir's voice is shaky.
The other man heads for the door, his boots clumping on the floor, "They will be back within the month. You have until then. Don't let us down Paltir."
The door slams closed and Paltir rings his hands together with a sigh as he whispers to himself, "Sorry Val'trith."