Dragons of Flame/Ending

The morning sun rises...

The night of battles seems not to have existed at all in the light of the sun...

This purifying light seems to give to the party its blessing.


 * Tasselhoff: This adventure is a fraud. There's been a deplorable lack of sovereigns.
 * Caramon: Hey! We are not thieves!
 * Strum: Just being able to see people's joyous faces isn't enough for you?
 * Flint: Huh? I don't want to end up with rocks.
 * Tanis: And besides, this has been dangerous. It would be nice if somebody helped us out.
 * Goldmoon: Surely, Mishakal will protect us.
 * Riverwind: But he could supply a meal every now and then. These days are the gods really the ones granting protection?
 * Caramon: Well, I'm fine, as long as we're opposing those bastards from the Dragonarmy.
 * Raistlin: Brother, have you learned nothing from this battle?
 * Flint: Don't be like that. I'm sure that Pax Tharkas isn't the only fort in the area.
 * Strum: In any case, shouldn't we clear up exactly what we should achieve?
 * Tanis: Uhhh... Well, we get going? To where they require us?

The gentle morning light envelops the party and thus their adventures draws to a close.