rolled 1, 5, 4 = 10
By dawn the next day, you have your armor and your personal effects, and you have secured the aid of the Conclave in petitioning for title. Depending on how things go, Dreamwood could end up a lot bigger, or a lot bigger, autonomous, and led by you. The contract is not officially terminated, for the time being, so you remain a Captain, if only temporarily. Once the gods have everything sorted out, you vanish in a flash of greenish-blue, appearing just outside Perin's capital.
Kel embraces you and tells you how much he's missed you. Siskiv glares at you for awhile, and chastises you for leaving him behind, before admitting that you handled everything quite well yourself. His face and hands are scarred, but he is fully healed. Bem is wearing robes fit for a king, and is escorted by two personal guards in addition to the sergeant's squad. He is followed by a troupe of somber-looking men with horns, who he hired to announce your presence. The old man boasts that he could buy you the whole country if you let him.
The walk to the manor is an... interesting one. You are met and escorted by a group of royal guard, paraded through main street like some sort of hero. From the cheers you get, it's obvious that word of your exploits has reached far and wide, though the more finely-dressed citizens seem disdainful. As you carefully climb the oversized steps to the manor hall, you think about how far you've come, and how far you have left to go.