The innkeeper turns deathly pale, then starts weeping in joy seeing her daughter returned to him. The word spreads, and then Old Fingall and the prior of Esus are called here by the happy populace. A feast is held: tasty food and filled jugs are everywhere. The valley people say your courage is second only to Beren Dragonheart’s.
“Take this money as a token of our gratitude,” says the prior handing you a tingling sack.
Laurelin kisses each of you and says: “I want you to have this golden jewel. It was my mother’s, and will bring you good luck. Keep it at all times, think of me and know I’ll never forget you!”
