Ren: -sighs at Dune's and Pent's responses- You were right Jacob, it looks like Belcitane tried to force our hand with a fake.
-chuckles grimly- Not that it did him any good...
-Prima Donna is crying for a different Reason now-
Prima Donna: Sorceress, can you send Manager's sword back?
Sorceress: I can. And will.
-Sorceress waves her staff and green flames cause the Lightwing longsword to be transported back to the town-
Sorceress: Do you want to go back as well Prima?
Prima Donna: No. I'll stay. I need to make up for that last battle.
-Prima Donna looks at the group- I'm sorry. I put you all in danger.
Ren: While I won't deny that Prima Donna, but I won't fault you for it. Things affect different parts of the mind worse than others.
Manager: With that out of the way, what exactly happened over there?
We shall defeat legions of Cipher Peons... by performing an elaborate musical number!