Nolwenn grimaces and frowns at Red Horns' comment about the statue but doesn't engage with it further. His question, though, she answers. "We have time to relax and enjoy the party, at least," she replies, "it'd be impolite to leave before tomorrow anyway. As for not ending well, I wouldn't say so. At worst the king's anger has been delayed; by the time he's after Nangnang again our interference will be impossible to verify next to the whims of a fickle goddess. And that Krr'ook is clever enough. I wouldn't put it past her to weather this particular storm."

As for the party, Nolwenn excuses herself quickly. She has trouble shaking the jitters from the stressful performance and being surrounded by all the grung does her no favors. Once she manages to break away, she spends the evening investigating the strange bags they found with the dead dwarves to try to calm herself.