"Home, James!"
You carefully and conscientiously reassemble Krado Lyman's office, leaving it substantially as you found it, and you are careful to lock it behind you. On your way back to the Fourteenth, you swing by where the Constables of the Second have been on picket line duty, and exchange a few pleasantries with them. They all thank you for your assistance and offer to return the favor someday when the shoe is on the other foot. Alarion shrugs off their offer, and says, "Why, good sirs, (and fair ladies) 'tis only meet that we who are able should offer to assist our fellows in their time of need! Think not 'pon it!" Jonas warmly greets his felllow urban rangers of the Second, and Rahvin makes everyone laugh with his lighthearted levity. Even SoulFetter smiles in spite of himself! Andrew remains somewhat withdrawn and watchful, but even he shares in some camaraderie. Raul is more concerned with exchanging practical work tips with the Constables of the Second. Darius totally slays everyone when he walks on his knees and does a near-perfect impersonation of Ignatious Ironshirt. Moru and Thea peruse the Second Ward Constables' Library, and wonder what it would take to get one of those in the Fourteenth.
The remainder of the journey back to the fourteenth is, thankfully, uneventful. As you steel yourselves to face down Ignatious Ironshirt, you are met with another pleasant surprise: It seems that several of the Goodwives of the Fourteenth have taken it upon themselves to take care of you this evening. The tables in the common room of your offices are heavily laden with all sorts of dishes prepared for your enjoyment and nourishment. Meats, breads, vegetables, salads, fruits, soups, goulash, steaks, and even a generously-sized barbequed pork butt await you. In the corner is a freshly tapped hogshead of fine ale. And, best of all, Ignatious Ironshirt is nowhere to be seen or heard!
