Having returned to Peltarch after the disaster subsides, colourful gastrognome Perriwig P. Doubleday surveys the scene at the docks and cheers and claps as the barge of tarts sets out on its ruby-hued promenade across the contested water. Turning to his gnomish companion, Gilda Haven, Perri points at the damaged docks and the melancholy surf and remarks…
"Odd's bodkins, Gillie, do you think Ronan Baron RonRon has been cursed and cursed mightily by winking Tymora? "All clear!" - then swoosh - yon nasty billow blew up and sunk those poor souls! Seems he's got all the luck of a halfling who has lost his lucky rabbit's foot, accidentally dropped his fortune down a wishing well, sat on his four leaf clover and smashed in an ancestral mirror using only a particularly baneful and bent golden horseshoe. Poor villain, he. I say, lunchtime! Care for a spot of tea, dearie?"