Neil is quite pleased with everything, and happy to pay the group 100 300 gp, plus another handful of gold for the book of erotic goblin art. He doesn't seem especially interested in the rest of the books, and comments that there are certainly a few book stores and various other collectors in Carisport.
He eagerly takes the crown, and hides it away in a case. After enthusiastically shaking everyone's hand, and remorsefully noticing "Sad Weyling didn't make it. Will there be a funeral?" he invites the adventurers to take all the time they want to tell their tale over some wine and buttery bread.
After the adventurers wrap things up with Neil, they find themselves outside in the growing darkness, with heavier purses and bellies, and an open kind of uncertainty about what comes next for them.