Chip would eat and drink heavily alongside his friends as the loot is divided and future plans are discussed. When Chill speaks to him about composing a ballad, the dragonborn perks up. "You bet! Perhaps it will even be good enough to impress.... my parents... or a girl.." The excited dragonborn would say as his smile on his face fades and is replaced with a look of anxiousness.  He would quietly drink the remaining contents of his mug until Krom reveals the new cloaks. "By Bahamut those cloaks are amazing Krom! If I play half as good as this looks I'll be the greatest bard in the land!" Chip would say as he quickly moves to take the cloak from the dwarf. He would quickly remove his magical cloak before replacing it with the new white dragonscale cloak. After putting it on his would make a quick twirl... looking back to see the cloak sway behind him. He would then fill his tankard once more and hold it with one hand while pulling out his wand with the other. "I think a fine group of fellows like ourselves needs a name...." he would say raising his mug a little higher. "A toast to the Fellowship of the White Cloaks!" He would say before gulping down the fresh contents of his tankard and firing several fireworks into the sky.. streaking upwards before bursting into countless flickering lights of every color imaginable.

"A toast to the Fellowship of the White Cloaks!" says Krom raising his cup "I like the name Chip, good choice."

"I would join you in Axelholm, Master Krom. However, I will, if you do not mind, help with the town's recovery." Kazri takes a cup of the ale, though not looking forward in drinking it. She doesn't want to disappoint her companions. "If my help is not needed here, I would like to return to Axelholm tomorrow, and escort the townsfolks' return to Phandalin. I shall stay there, and help the town rebuild as best as I can. I will make sure whatever spoils we have reserved for the town will be put to good use. I also plan on donating whatever fund I have to the town's coffer as well."

"The Fellowship of the White Cloaks... It is a fitting name. Well chosen indeed Chip." With that Kazri take a big gulp of the ale, consequences be damned for today.

While Ghorar happily tore into her chunk Dragon meat despite being quite draconic herself, Rhogar is absently staring at the wand once Krom finished his identifying when Chill's question prompts him to perk up. But then, he sinks back into introspection, or at least seems to for a time. Though not before chuckling and shaking his head at some of Chip's future motivations. "May she not be a were- with questionable morals this time, eh?" He adds after as well jokingly prior to losing focus for a time.

Later on, someone would have to physically shake or call his name, for even the cries of joy and toast hardly attracts the Bronze's attention. A more tubby Ghorar, on the other hand, is more than happy to join in the cries, as well as partake in whatever booze comes within easy reach of her. Eventually, with or without prompting, Rhogar almost absentmindedly say, "Truthfully, I thought I might seek apprenticeship with that one stubborn woman... I forget her name, unfortunately. But, the one we rescued from that Manticore, I believe it was." He frowns. "Perhaps mend those bridges, and learn something useful to help carry us through the next venture... But it would be a lengthy process, and... there is yet much things to right in the world. And I, as a brother of Vixix, would be remiss, if I did not leave myself open answer the call at a moment's notice."

Rhogar drags a claw -- now longer and sharper -- down the side of his face, eliciting tiny little sparks without breaking thew scales in the process. "So, I think I will head to one of the larger cities further north, if there should be any, and try my hand at creating wonders. More magical ones. At least until Big Brother has need of me elsewhere." He looks up to the others, and weak smiles. "Though I may wish it otherwise, it could be that this will be one of the last few evenings I spend with you all. And if it is, I just wish to say at least that it has been an honor fighting and working alongside you. And... thank you for putting up with me in turn." He can't help but chuckle on that last note.

"The honor is all mine, Mr. Nimbatuul." Says Kazri as she slowly puts down her empty cup, which she had a slight difficulty.

Chip would stand up and pull out his lute after putting away his wand. With a nod to Rhogar and his companions he would begin strumming loudly as slights circled around him once more. The lights changing colors as he played.. his clawed fingers moving quickly across the chords as he bellowed out his tune into the air as the castle slowly warmed up after having defeated the dragon. "Weeee arrree the chaaaaampionnnnnsnsss mmy frriieeeennndddsss!!!!" Chip would shout before stumbling a tiny bit. "And WEEEELLL keeep onn fffiiggghhtttinnngg till the eeeeennnnnnddddd!" He would add before tilting his head backwards and unleashing a fountain of flame from his mouth upwards away from the group. 

"I understand that lass, remember that the doors of Axeholm will be always open for you." replies Krom, "As soon as the forges of Axeholm will be ready and running again, I plan to make weekly visits to Phandalin. They do not have a town militia, yet, but I know of a certain lass that has some experience with that kind of things. I bet that she will be able to create and train such militia in no time." Krom winks to Kazri "I will gladly provide Phandalin's militia with dwarven made armors and weapons."

"Rhogar, if you are heading north for a while, Neverwinter is the place you want to go. My clan has a small stronghold there, they will gladly help with lodging and with your researches. I will write to Head of our clan, Oskar Firebeard about it. I am pretty sure that my eldest sister, Dagnal will be delighted to help you out with your researches. She is an talented magic user." 

"But before all of that, the Fellowship of the White Cloaks should return to Phandalin to feast and drink some more!"

Krom is pleased to inform Rhogar that the wand is a Wand of Magic Detection

https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/wand-of-magic-detection.

Once this place is secure I shall let my parents know and they should be able to handle it. I am possibly the youngest member of this band and since half orcs such as I usually do not live to see a century.... I will travel across this land and any other I can may find. Well that and before whichever god wants my soul claims it, I plan to slay a few more dragons. While one is good for the bards I think a five or more makes it all the better. Oh and perhaps I will try my hand at learning magic sometime in the future. But that is enough philosophy from me..."

With that said, Rekuberk will grab two tankards of ale at a time and begin to drink himself into a stupor. As more of the booze gets into his system he will start singing one orcish war song after another, switching into common when in his drunken state he can no longer remember the words on orcish.

Ghorar at least chuckled at Chip's antics, and even tried to join in chirping the song. Rhogar, on the other hand, just smiled and shook his head at the display. Turning back on Krom next, there's a brief look of astonishment on his face, followed by a hearty chuckle from the Bronze. Though it looked as if he might add something more, the word catches, and soon after he just nods, accepting he would at least be availing himself of the hospitality of the Firebeards for at least some time, and perhaps even hire one or two for some of the projects already floating about in mind.

As for Rekuberk, before the half-orc loses himself to a drunken stupor, Rhogar makes an offering. "Well, if you are to someday wish to learn magic, do seek me out. While much of what I know is either innate or gifted by Brother Vixix, his lessons have taught me plenty enough about the arcane to yet be able to help guide you. Simply seek me out in Neverwinter, as I will, at the very least, be there for a time." The offer made and hopefully remembered in the morning, Rhogar sat back to enjoy the festive mood. Never partaking himself of any booze, as they were yet still in 'Wild Country', but certainly sharing in a tale or jest to pass the time before slumber eventually claims them.
 

"You know,  the more I think about it,  I might try and find a cloak I've heard of.   The elves have a cloak that allows them to blend into the background and hide easier.   That would be something I could really use.   Or perhaps find someone who could enchant this fine white cloak to do the same.  That would be even better because I really like these cloaks you have made Krom. "

As the night progresses Chill tries to sing along to every bawdy song that comes up.  Eventually he is just yowling along to the songs the drunker he gets. 

"I guess that someone in Neverwinter, maybe even my sister, may be able to enchant the cloak in such way Chill." replies Krom while drinking another ale.
After drinking a few more ales, the dwarf with a big smile on his face starts snoring loudly.

The following morning, after a night of celebration,  Chill will help Rekuburk clean up the hold and make it secure.  

He'll then join any who are returning to Phandalin. 

Krom has still a big smile on his face as he gets up the following day, he will do his part in cleaning and securing the keep before getting ready to travel back to Phandalin.

“Thank you Master Krom. I plan to restore Phandalin to its former glory, and I also plan to create a militia so the town can defend itself.  Perhaps Axelhom and Phandalin can come to a trade agreement. I am sure that the town could use any help that it can receive. I hope that the stories about gold and platinum are true for the region.” Says Kazri thinking about the future of the town of Phandalin. “I will try my best to make sure that both towns can prosper together and have a great relation.”

"It goes without saying that the Fellowship of the White Cloaks will always be welcomed." Declares Kazri to the group. "Now, regarding the leadership of the town. Perhaps, I may convince and aid Ms. Graywind in taking a more active role in the town's management. I believe she would be a great mayor for the town." Kazri says to the group, but it's really her thinking out loud.

Kazri will depart the keep the next morning and head to Axelholm to assist/escort the townsfolk return to town.

The following morning you wake up, hung over, but still pleased with the previous days efforts. Fortunately the Alchemy Jug provides fresh water for you to drink and there is still dragon BBQ for breakfast.

The hide and most of the useable scales have been used up to make the cloaks that you now share. Most of the meat has also been eaten but you can pack out some if you wish.

Chill informs you that the crypts are very cold and could likely serve as a good cold storage room for the meat.

As for bones you are able to salvage 10 small bones for dagger handles and the like, 8 medium sized bones and 2 large bones for use.

As you make you way across the bridge to the gatehouse you find that the weather is improving. Perhaps the fact that the dragon was white had some effect on the local weather and it is now sunnier and warmer now that the dragon is dead. Indeed in time, when Rekuburk returns the hold he finds the summer months are not terribly cold.

In the gatehouse the bodies of the 2 mercenaries can be disposed of as you wish.

Their horses remain in their stalls. Inspecting the horses, Kazri again notices that the horse in the first stall has a very fine saddle. Upon closer inspection she sees that the saddle is a Saddle of the Cavalier

 
Will you head back the way you came through the mountains or follow the trail that leads from the gatehouse?

Krom gathers as much metal as possible together with his share of dragon bones, "Those bones will make fine handles."  The dwarf also takes some of the cooked meat.

"The weather is improving, maybe we can take the trail leading down from the gatehouse"

Krom will take the bodies of two mercenaries down the path the group took the day before, he will put the with their back to the mountain while chanting a hymn of transmutation (Stone shape) incasing them within the mountain.

Krom returns to the group, if someone inquiries about the mercenaries, he will say "They had to be buried, we do not want them to raise as undead in the future."             

"The trail seems to be fine Master Krom, please allow me to carry the leader." Kazri helps Krom with the bodies. "I hope that Serenity and our wagon arrived safely in Gnomengarde."

"We shall know SOON enough, I imagine! So long as the weather stays fairly clear and no more bumps decide to tangle with US along the way." Rhogar lets out a boisterous guffaw. "At least we should be stopping by there, seeing as it's practically on the way. If nothing else, we can let them know the good news sooner than later. Speaking of which-..."

Rhogar looks to Kazri. "I must admit that I'm rather surprised you hadn't asked to borrow Rekuberk's griffon to ride ahead. For I don't imagine we'll be catching up with those at Axehlom with a day's warning. Perhaps if go at a forced march?" He half-way suggested, but was more than willing to leave it to others. With the threat vanquished, goals in mind, and clear skies ahead, the Bronze was just happy to relieved to not have impending concerns weighing over his head.

"Unfortunately he will not be available for a few days more. It seems that after spending time on this plane he must rest for several days. I am quite glad to have learned that outside of battle." Rekuberk says as he looks back to his keep over his shoulder.