Upon arriving back at the site of the sword, Thael and Hengis are reunited with the rest of their merry band, and there is much hugging and relief that we all appear to have come through this in one piece.
Two of Hengis' hounds come bounding up excitedly, with the third following along behind looking weak and limping badly. Hengis takes a few moments to ruffle their neck fur and call them all "GUID BOYS", and to heal the injured dog with a Cure Serious Wounds (3d8+12).
Once the loot is collected and added to the haul (I've updated the list in OOC), Hengis takes charge of the journal, saying: "I WOULDNAE BE SURPRISED IF THIS IS TRAPPED IN SOME WAY. I'LL TAKE SOME PRECAUTIONS BEFORE LOOKIN' INSIDE IT." He puts it away in his backpack for now.
Then, standing tall (very tall) and looking around the pile of rubble that was the tower, he calls out to the few people that can be seen picking their way through the devastation.
"THE KEEP IS FALLEN AND THE DRAGON BROUGHT DOON. FALKREATH IS FREE O' THE EMPIRE'S YOKE. YE MEN O' THE LEGION... THROW DOON YER ARMS AND SURRENDER AND YE'LL BE TREATED WI' DIGNITY AS PRISONERS O' WAR. FIGHT ON AND YE'LL MEET THE SAME FATE AS ALL THOSE LYIN' AROOND AT YER FEET."
He casts a steely gaze around, defying anyone to come and face him.