“We will have to find out what's going on with the river eventually, but for now our task lies here in Phlan. You have our thanks, once again! When you are ready to go on another mission, just let us know. There is still plenty to do.”
The adventurers leave the council hall with a feeling of accomplishment and pockets full of gold. It was only a small step, but it was an important one. The words the undead priest told them before he vanished about the powerful generals and their strange source of power, and about the sage Mantor and his library, maybe they would be able to uncover their meaning eventually. If they still had any meaning for them, decades after the war.
For now, it's heading back to the Blade and a little celebration, as well as much-needed recuperation. And they would need to determine what to do with all the gold and treasure they obtained. Surely they could be put to good use in some way.