The party rowed back through the tunnels, all the way to the gate separating this dark underground stream from the boat-landing area along the eastern edge of the castle. LiKi locked the gate securely and pocketed the key. They then rowed back to the secret landing beneath the keep, tied up their rowboats, and ascended the stairs leading to the Great Hall.
Next, Alexander and Kahntun each took one of the two keelboats past the lowered chain and into the Dessarin River. There they landed the boats on the muddy western banks and waited as Leopold and LiKi raised the chain, exited the castle, and securely locked the double doors leading into the inner courtyard. Rivergard Keep was as secure as they could make it.
They traveled for two days and two nights down the Dessarin. Although they did not encounter any adversaries, they were haunted by weird weather. The first night found them on a quickly-freezing river. They had to drop anchor and wait until morning for the ice to thaw. The second afternoon brought hot, dry winds blowing from the Sumber Hills to the north, as if to say: "GTFO!"
Mind if we park our vessel here?
A crowd looked on from the squat cliff overlooking the docks at Womford. Apparently our party's arrival had been foretold.
After they had moored each keelboat, they were met by the fisherman whose boat they had "borrowed." Alexander apologized, described the demise of the Rivergard pirates, and suggested that the town sell the booty still stored in the cargo hold of the ship formerly captained by Shoalar. "We will keep 20% of the profits this earns," the fisherman replied.
The party struck up an agreement to store their keelboat in Womford. "Look after the old girl," Alexander requested. "Yelp . . . I've grown quite fond of her!"
At our folk hero's awkward attempt to make himself seem an experienced seafarer, Leopold lifted his bejeweled eye patch, looked doubtfully at Alexander, and asked "didn't you puke on 'her' deck half a dozen times on our way down here?"
Alexander blushed, and everybody started laughing. An idiosyncratic bunch, these.
Everybody laughed, except the young woman who cautiously approached, asking about her missing brothers.
Leopold stepped forward and consoled the woman, assuring her that her brothers died before they arrived at Rivergard Keep, adding, "In the end, they turned on those villainous scum, showing their true noble hearts. We avenged their brave deaths, you can be assured." She swallowed the lie completely, staring rapturously into our bards dreamy (and deceptive-as-fuck) eyes.