Clugh sighed deeply, finally relieved of the by now familiar oppressive presence of the Orb of Opposition in his Bag of Holding.
The Green Dragon Inn would be a happier place, now that the real Robilar had been returned unharmed to it.
He had also done right by Zuoken's monks by restoring him to them.
The druid winced as he felt his scars and remembered both the abyssal insects that had bit him while he desperately cast a spell to transport his party to escape them, and the demon dragon that soon followed to threaten them.
"That was too close for comfort. Remind me to never do that again.", the elf mumbled to himself.
Felix had thought of that plan of escape and had helped fell the dread dragon, and so Clugh was silent for a while in memory of his old companion.
But, at least he had saved an entire crystalline world from Hell itself and now, instead of an Orb, a noble Greatsword was in his keeping - an epic weapon looking for an epic hero to wield it. After bearing a burden for so long, now he bore opportunity instead.
Renewed by these thoughts, the druid smiled and walked out of the door into the sunlight.