Hommlet again! The now familiar village was begining to feel like home.  Once again it was a place of peace, the threat from the moathouse finally neutralised.

Making their way into the village they had a choice, report to the druid or go to the inn for a well deserved lunch.

Ronalt heads towards the druid's grove to give a report.
~perhaps then they might get a warm meal unmolested.~

Tindoome calls to the others "Well I don’t think you need all of us their just to tell him what happened, I shall go to the Inn take care of things and see if I can contact some old friends about doing something more permanent about the mote house" With that Tindoome turned and walked thords the Inn not waiting for any replay doing a good job on keeping up the appearance of wizards and their oddities

She takes rooms for them all but requests a separate one for her self, while their she inquires if the castles mage is still around after her answer she moves up to her room and stays their

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She slipped the ring given to her by her master off her finger and started writing a detailed report about their activities her part in them and the consequences of them. After that she made a careful copy of the note they had found and a detailed drawing of the tunnels and their structure. In her leather she asked Master Tolbin of perhaps he knew of a spell or a ritual that could bring down such a place to close it off for once and all. When she was finished she rolled up the peace of peeper pulled the ring over it and pressed the stone and spoke the words their was a hum and the leather faded out of the ring, the stone of the ring becoming white instead of the red it had bin
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Gwythe stops in the middle of the road, looking around the town and at the group. "What now?" he asks to no one in particular.

As Ronalt makes to leave, a familiar figure appears form the inn. Rolf! Looking refreshed and relaxed he approached.

Ronalt looked over to Rolf, "Where did you get to?"
"Been lazing in town at the inn all day heh."

"I brought the baker's daughter back, the one I rescued from the zombies, while you were more interested in treasure to fill your coffers than a young innocent life, of course." Rolf replies. "I wanted to go back right away once I got her back to her parents, but the wounds the zombies gave me needed tending, then Elmo suggested I wait a day to see if you made it back."

"I am sure you were most valiant after you ran off to loot the place yourself. You will need to return the sword as you obviously don't wish to work with our group."
"The moathouse is now cleaned out of all notable threats, ghouls and all."
Ronalt holds out his hand for the blades return.

"I left the looting to you, and concentrated on rescuing the innocent child you overlooked in your quest for gold, but since you brought it up I believe I am due my share first."

Ronalt laughed, "There was no gold. Some weapons and papers which my companions hold."
"Now the blade Rolf."

"There was a very valuable tapestry, as I remember, that was worth quite a bit of gold, among other things."

Kalador stood looking at his friends argue over things. He then shrugged his shoulders and went to the inn. He hoped that he'd be able to get something to eat and drink there.