Blornvid's meeting with Danol goes well. The Manor's recovery is going as well as can be hoped for. The stables will no doubt remain off limits for its bipedal residents for some time. Maybe they can co-exist. Who knows? Diplomacy was never Blornvid's strong suit. He was the sort of guy they called in when diplomacy failed.
Blornvid secretly hoped that either Skeeve or Ealdwig were able to take a break from their adventuring to address their respective rooms and workshops in the gatehouse, but it didn't happen. No big deal. It could wait.
The gatehouse restoration was close to completion. The forge worked well. Rooms were clean, beds made. The wooden ballista parts were being grown. It was "homey." He never saw Darian the ghost. He wondered if he approved or found some way to move on.
The smithy work backlog was taken care of. Danol had seen fit to assign regular guards to keep an eye on things and oversee the training of the lads and lassies who were inclined to defend their new home. There was little left here for Blornvid to do.
"I s'pose that it's time for me to head back into the world," he said to the empty gatehouse one evening. He toasted the idea with an ale.
The next day he packed his things and informed Danol of his decision.
"Me or one of the lads will be back. Don't know when. If you should be needin' me for anything, just send a message back to the base and I'll be back as soon as I get it."
He thanked Danol and gave his regards to the Lady of the Manor and sought out the Matrix node in the cellar.