
After many turns at sea on their makeshift rafts, the survivors of the Desolate Island are picked up by a passing MarShip, and brought, with great haste, to the throne room of the Great and Mighty Marbit King.

The King is delighted to have the Helm of Destiny in his possession, and showers Monk in particular with praise.
Monk is most humble - "We really owe it all to two great Marbits - Rod, and Sod. Rod found the helm, then cwoaked when he waved his dingle at a birdie. And Sod was the one who ordered us to leave the Island with the helm. He cwoaked chopping down the last tree on an Island to spite an immortal creature with a giant head, that can conjure creatures from nothingness with a wave of his hand..."
{Somehow the speech sounded better in his head. Are you allowed to say "dingle" in front of a King?}
The King smiles and nods. "We will erect a monument to Rod and Sod, and to all of the brave Marbits who gave so much to bring this macguffin, I mean powerful magical artifact, to the place where it can do the most good."
"Monk, as a level 5 warrior, you are hereby appointed to the Eastern Front, to stem the tide of Gobwin incursions. Good luck."
"As for the rest of you, I have something in keeping with your talents. You will go from this place to a peaceful valley, not far from this City, where you will oversee the primary industries of the Kingdom, namely, agriculture and mining. We need gems and food if we are to defeat the Green Devils in the East, and every Marbit must do their part."
"May the Titans go with you. Or at least the nicer, more interested Titans."



