Smiling soldiers clear the way for you as you march tiered and dusty towards the Despot's Castle in the center of the city. When the castle gates open you see the Despot waiting on the other side with a wide grin on his face flanked by his household guards and servants carrying platters of cured meats, cheeses and pitchers of water and wine. The Despot speaks in his soft and rich voice, "Welcome home my friend! You need rest and sustenance and then you can tell me of your ordeal behind the walls of Ix." He leads the Captain and the Party into the Castle and the guards and servants trail behind.
Lounging on the cushioned divans of the Despots castle you nibble on the luscious meats and fancy foods of palace living as Captain explains how he was captured by slave wranglers and sold to Ix. In Ix he immediately go a reputation as troublemaker, getting more than a few beatings from the Guards, but more importantly getting the attention of a secret organization of slaves dedicated to protecting slaves and helping them escape. It was them to realized how important the Captain was, and while some wanted to out him, hoping a war with Keshan would free the slaves. Others realized that such action would cause the deaths of thousands of slave-soldiers and secreted him away until they could organize an sure-fire escape. A typical run for the walls would have been far to risky and could precipitate the war they were trying to avoid.
And then after days in hiding, a solution walked right into the Warehouse where the Captain was hiding. The Despot grins at this, and then something occurs to him. Motioning for a servant the Despot whispers some instrutions, looking to the party, "I have sent for my exchequer, he will bring you your rewards for such a speedy and discreet return." Turning back to the captain, "Please continue," At this point the captain is recounting events that you witnessed yourself and you turn your attentions to the arriving chests of treasure and constant supply of wine.
The Exchequer is a miserly looking old man constantly scratching at a ledger-book with a long quill, glaring at the servants over finely made spectacles he ushers the chests and sacks of coins and jewels into five glimmering piles. The sheer amount of treasure laid out before you is astounding and it takes some time for you to soak it all in. Next arrive a pair of armored soldiers carrying large chests, opening the chests you see a finely-woven suit that sparkles in the light, a large hammer with a spiked face covered in the twisting vine-like runes of the Northern Barbarians, a wide heavy leather best with a large metal buck that looks like it should have broken ages ago and last a strange metal device that resembles a scorpion or earwig.