Rallyn walks up. "Good riddance. The guard, the empire, the instructors, someone who can waste all their time figuring out what to do with that book should have it. Someone a lot older and with more heft than us. As long as that half-drow doesn't get it, I say we did right."
He smiles and looks around, "I don't know about you guys, but after all the almost-dying, seeing bodies burnt and stabbed, and worrying over ancient magic, I'm up for some rum and music."