On to Harcourt's Mill
Professor Berfubble looks extremely embarassed that you were inadvertently drawn in to his feud with Arles: "My apologies, Sirs! I will report this encounter to the LCA immediately! Maybe there is something that can be done to prevent any future attacks right here in the very shadow of Lauralie Summerhome. At any rate, I wish you much success in your endavors! And I'm very pleased with your progress, Moru."
Carolton Drueglefish slautes Jonas, Alarion and Darius (it's a studmuffin/warrior/buttkicker thing) and nods amiably to the rest of you as you take your leave. "Haswan, did you see what happened to my fishing pole? I guess the fishing in this particular hole is all played out for at least the rest of this day! Let's go get a brew!"
(So, it's Mill Time for the Constables, and Miller Time for Berfubble and Drueglefish!)