Delphi set course for Glory and hoisted full-sail. She was surprised that no one had ported back. Each of them found quiet spots at the rail and watched the ocean as the Phoenix headed toward home.
Pon was the first one to approach him, the old mage didn't look pissed off for once. "You're the one who killed the Chaos Mage?"
Nix nodded, "not before he put a serious mind f*ck on me."
"Aye... that was just about the shittiest thing ever." Pon lay a hand on his shoulder, "I'd never hurt you boy. You know that, right?"
"An old geezer like you? Completely harmless."
Slowly the group reformed. Wylie grabbed Pon and held him close for a long time before releasing him. No one asked questions, but there were quite a few hugs passed around.
By the time the Phoenix made port, spirits had risen to the point where they started to joke with each other.
