The halfling sighs contentedly at that, and snuggles in closer as soothing, restful darkness takes you both...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Unfortunately, though, all good things must eventually come to an end, and your last night with Sharille is no exception. Inevitably, the sun rises, and the time comes to set off and settle with the Society where you had begun. Sharille does her best to make sure that your departure is as pleasant as possible, in spite of the sadness that keeps creeping back into her smile... and as you leave the town, you find that you're actually getting somewhat of a Hero's Farewell from the people in town. After all, you've had a part to play in ending the desecration of their loved ones' graves, and in defending the town from Jack o' the Lanterns... and everybody knows The Elf by sight if not by name.<br/><br/>Soon, though, even the faintest sounds of Sunwell fade behind you, and you find yourself alone on the road to Cirrdain. This time, there is no traveling troupe of fortune-tellers to warm your nights... but for some reason, the air just seems more serene after your work against the Shattered Crown nobleman and his goblin minions, and you sleep better that first night on the ground than you have in weeks. And after a few days of travel, you find yourself back at the guardhouse of the village Cirrdain, who greet you with the same apathy they use to greet a thousand other travelers over the course of a day...