Barty's "Tyranny In Phlan" (DDEX1-10)

“Thank you,” he says simply. There is no argument left in him now. “Whatever our disagreements, your people saved lives tonight.”

"We were paid well, and so we delivered," Glevith says simply. "Though yes, saving some lives was a nice benefit."

“What will you do now that the Cult has taken Phlan?” he asks. “Because whether you wished it or not ...” His gaze flicks toward the city looming behind them. “The Welcomers may now be all that remains between the people of this region and complete lawlessness.”

Glevith shrugs at the question. "We'd be a poor group if we gave away our plans at the drop of a hat, wouldn't we? I imagine, however, that your Lord Regent has seen our value," he says before carrying on with his whistling tune.

The spillway is forty feet long from the tunnel to the river, and slopes down around twenty feet to the shoreline at the end of its length, lined the whole way with flat stones. The walls at the rear and sides of the spillway are steep, and ten feet above the slow-moving river, open to the moonlit sky. Dozens of refugees are traversing the spillway as you reach it.

"I can scarcely believe it," a familiar voice says from behind you. Aya Glenmiir has arrived with some more refugees, a few of them familiar faces from those rescued at the Laughing Goblin during the dragon's initial assault. "It feels like a month ago that I warded the Laughing Goblin, and now we're actually outside of the town walls."

The Lord Regent seems to be deep in his own thoughts, staring out at the spillway.