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"Don't sell yourself short, Styrson." Skorm said. "You and Stinralg held off that cultist."

Harald nodded. "If we had to fight her and the dragon at once we could've lost this battle. I also owe my life to the healer, Reyl. If not for her I would've died."

Skorm agreed. "I guess I was wrong back in Yorgrim. These mercenaries were worth more than I gave them credit."

"Aye, now help me with that skull." Harald called them.

The group arrived in Yorgrim the next day, having spent the night in the clearing camp. Jofrodr had taken watch, using his spell to make sure the cultist couldn't get the drop on them if she returned.

Harald rode in the front on his horse. Skorm had the second horse, leading the sled carrying Jermulgraag's severed head.

As soon as the first townspeople saw the dragon skull, word spread across all of Yorgrim. The people gathered around the group, their mouths agasp at the sight of the dragon's head.

When they made it to the town square, Harald said. "Good people of Yorgrim. You need not fear the rumors. As you can see the dragon is dead! You are safe once more!"

They cheered Harald's name and called the adventurers heroes for killing such a fearsome beast.

Jofrodr was already chatting up the townspeople telling them of the great battle against Jermulgraag, while emphasising his own deeds of course.

Skorm cheered Harald's name as well, joining the townspeople in their revelry. He wasn't making such a big deal about himself like Jof, as he was content with leaving the fame to the others.

Harald dismounted and the people swarmed around him to personally thank him and to bask in his presence. He was enjoying the attention quite alot.

"Today we celebrate!" Chief Jænis said when he arrived at the square. "We shall have a feast in honor of the heroes that slew the dragon!"

The chieftain's announcement made the people cheer louder. That day Yorgrim was enthralled in a festival that lasted well into the night. Not even the cold could stop the Atmorans from celebrating.