The battle on the streets ended with a decisive victory for the defenders, but that fact could not hide the terror and disgust upon the faces of the tired warriors and mages. They had watched more than a quarter of their numbers fall this afternoon. Surprising was the complete lack of civilian casualties until the main battle broke out, as the zombies did not attack anyone besides guards and wizards.
With coordinated precision, the monks started organizing the piles of zombies for the priests to sanction, preventing resurrection, as the wizards started on restoring some of the broken houses and pavement stones.

Nobody seemed to notice the sword lying on the pavement. A wizard nearly tripped over it, shrugging and not paying any further attention to the item. Keystone felt a strong mental presence as he approached and grabbed the sword. Kaylee flooded his mind with gratefulness, but Keystone could now also feel that she was much stronger, rivaling even his own mind.

"Thank you, Keystone," a deep, decidedly not female voice echoed in his mind. It quickly changed into a much more feminine "[i]Thank you.[/i]". The mental presence rapidly retreated to the back of his mind as Keystone heard footsteps behind him. Shein-Fang paced next to Keystone, gave the monk a curt bow, his face a grim scowl. The Grandmaster picked up a few of the metal fragments that used to be Glith and paced away, tending to the wounded with the rest of the monks.

"You, monk, hold it right there!" came a shout behind Keystone. A trio of Red Wizards floated towards him, accompanied by four half orc guards a foot taller than Keystone and led by a stocky man half his height wearing nobleman's robes. "You are requested at the Merchant's Council for endangering our fair city!" the stocky man yelled with a voice far too big to be his.