Suddenly, the men the group was fighting turn and run. A few arrows fly after them but they miss their marks. Down the road a caravan can be seen, with several warriors accompanying it. It reaches the party.
"Charles, is that you? Charles, my good man! 'Tis I, the Baron's son!" Charles looks surprised that the Baron's son is smiling at him. "Dear Charles, I talked it over with my father, and we've decided to mend the tear between our families. It all happened so long ago, I for one wish no harm on your family. 'Twas yours first, now 'tis yours once again." He reaches behind his neck, undoes a clasp, and takes off an amulet. Handing it to a stunned Charles he says, "So? What do you say, friend? All's well?"
Charles takes his priceless amulet, puts it around his neck, and grins. "Aye, all's well... friend." They clasp hands for a moment. "You're welcome to my estate, young man, whenever you have the time." The Baron's son nods and both return to their wagons. "Drath, turn this thing around. We're going home."
Drath smiles and then quickly coughs, looking suddenly serious. "Ahem! Yes, sir." he says gruffly. Charles says to the adventurers "Well, it turns out I don't need your help after all. Thanks for your interest. Of course, we'll give you a ride back into town."
The wagon rumbles along for a while, enters the city gates, and stops directly in front of the tavern. Charles shakes everybody's hand as they get off the wagon. "Sorry about all this. I'll keep your names in case I truly need your services in the future. Thank you, sirs. And madames. Drath? Let's be off."
The wagon rolls away; the Red Dragon Inn's doors are open and inviting.
OOC: It's been sitting long enough. If I'm out of line for taking the reins, chastise me, but please, let's get on with it.