At the Crown and Lion inn, Inessa sits by the fire with a glass of mulled wine in one hand, and the orb in her other. As she sips, she inspects the device; inert for now, but that they found it intact gives her hope. At the very least, their quest was a success and there is no further reason to enter that unholy place. (Please, Maker, don't let her be tempting fate by thinking that.)

Glancing up, she offers a tired smile for whoever approaches. "Come, join me. It's been quite a mission, and your feet must be as sore as mine. Give them a rest for a bit." A weary Garahel, curled up at her feet, looks up and wags his tail hopefully. He was a good boy during the mission, right?