Those who made the landing mostly unharmed are left standing on an unfamiliar shore with the sea to their back, a forest in front, and a distant building to their right. They are richer, though not much, and more powerful than when they arrived--the missive naming them Agents of Lodis confers the right of justice upon them in the province, and marks those who attack them as enemies of the state. It may prove to cause more trouble than good, or it may not.
The vista off the coastline is breathtaking as the Lodis Expedition ship weighs anchor and begins to sail west; the clouds are beginning to clear and rays of pure white are breaking through the gaps to illuminate the carnage on the beach. Two corpses remain landside--those of the fallen mercenaries--and the ground is waterlogged past its tolerance so that every step brings a squishing upsurge of liquid from the spongy soil.
Their orders are to gather information from the island and, where possible, to improve the dispositions of its rulers and inhabitants to lessen the chances of a full-scale rebellion. The rays of sunlight are beginning to drag heavily through the air; it is already late afternoon, and the shoreline will be frigid by nightfall.