You and Burt make it back to the Guild just before dusk.

“And now we’re back at this old place,” says Burt, looking up at the towering structure. “Got that note Soraya gave you? Okay, let’s find Allard.”

Several days have passed since your return from the Northern Mountains. Allard is recovering well, considering he has lost his eye and one of his arms has been skeletonized. Burt somehow managed to become even more obnoxiously self-confident since he discovered he has the Mark of the Phoenix. However, both have been at each other’s throats since the party’s return. Luckily, you have managed to act as the glue to keep the group together. It’s hard for three full-grown whiskers to be sharing the cramped Guild Quarters.