OOC:
I think we'll just call it 4 hours for everyone.
After the battle wanes, the survivors survey the battlefield. The common room of the inn is a complete disaster; the windows smashed, the doors blown off their hinges, and the wood around where Torden stood is blackened. Blood is everywhere, some of it your own.
While attending to the wounded and securing prisoners, the townspeople begin cautiously approaching. A couple of the town's militia show up first, still trying to don their armour over farmer's clothes, soon followed by people of all walks of life. Apparently the whole town saw the battle and are amazed. You hear a variety of comments from the growing crowd that begins to form around the inn.
"They stood up to them. They stood up to the bloody Night blades! And won! I don't believe it."
"By the Gods! Did you see that lad who took his stand on the deck? He faced them all down by himself! BY HIMSELF! What's his name?"
"I saw a flash, and then the Dwarf with that scythe-thing just strode out and chopped them down like they were nothing! Like he was chopping firewood, yar!"
"I haven't seen magicks like that since the old days! Did you see the explosion of ice?
...And they just put them to sleep!
...And they commanded thunder itself!"
Amanda returns safely and helps to get the wounded into beds and tends to their wounds. There is no sign of Philcock. The rest of the militia (6 in all) arrives and forms an honour guard around the inn. Flowers, bread, sweets, and other tokens of appreciation begin pouring in from around the town.
IMAN
When Iman awakens, he is greeted by the old Knight he met earlier, Sir Winter.
"Well, it seems you took my advice a little too seriously! Aye, but that was a glorious stand! You would have made a fine Arkasian Knight. I don't know if there is any power left in the title, but I grant you Knighthood for your bold actions today."
And with that he taps his sword on his Iman's shoulders while he's lying there in bed.
"Oh, and my wife has been bugging me to chop this into kindling for years. Bet it would look better in your hands than in my hearth. Sir ... um, what's your family name?" With that, he lifts an ornate polearm and places it in your hands (for G3rmanicus to describe). The blade is incredibly sharp.
[ +- ] Polearm of Sharpness
On a critical hit, this weapon does an additional 14 damage and you may roll a second d20. If the result is again 20, you chop off a limb or other body part of the target.