After having had something to eat, Lislglen makes a stroll around the village while dusk is falling, enjoying the fresh evening air. He comes across a small park near the edge of town where a small group of old men sit and watch the sunset, talking quietly among themselves and contentedly smoking their pipes. Lisglen strikes up a conversation to learn more about the beasts he saw in the lair under the wizard's tower: "Dracoharpies in old Kal-Dokk's dungeon, eh?" one of the men crackles. "That doesn't surprise me, really... One might be mislead by the charm of the woman, but they bear the true heart of a dragon: hoarding valuable treasure and guarding it with their life is what they do." One of the other men adds: "Probably not even the mage's summoned one dares to come close to a dracoharpy's hoard..." Sunken in thought, Lisglen returns to the Hunter's Moon to get some sleep.
The next morning, all feel rested and fit: Memphisto has taken some time alone to focus on his studies to successfully memorize his spell of sleep and the wounds of Albin, Freda, and Dahl have almost completely healed.
HP is restored to full for all, Memphisto has his sleep spell memorized. Lisglen's God of the True Light will grant him one first level spell a day.
A visit to Randoul Behner after breakfast doesn't exactly pay off. Upon Dahl showing him the sapphire he snarls: "I'm not falling for it: you won't sell me that piece of rock..." Randoul protests. "I can take that heavy old silver off your hands for a couple of gems, if you like..?" he generously offers while rubbing his hands, having keenly noticed the heavy bags that Albin, Finnur and Holger are carrying...