Putting the disk down proves anti-climactic at first. Nothing at all happens. The suddenly, Captain Marin is standing in the circle, leaning on his cane and cluthing a loaded blunderbus in one hand. Seeing Allios, he lets the gun clatter to the deck and steps forward to embrace his son. Allios stands mute showing little response. Marin turns to clap Radoon on the back. Then puts and arm around Marienna. "Thank all the Gods of Heaven you've done it. You look as if you've been through hell." Looking at Marienna he asks, "will he be okay." She responds, "Yes uncle, I think he will, but it will take time, healing and prayer. His mind is very weak from having his will drained away by the undead." Marin shakes his head saddly and then notices the disassembled ships before him. "Is that the Daughter of Cambre and the Lorrainna Fare? At least what's left of them? If I could get them reassembled, Marin and Son could be a going concern again. A fine job you've done, I never expect to get my ships back as well as my son." Turning to Radoon he asks, "How about the Rumpled Bedsheet, what sort of shape is she in?"