The next few days go by in a blur. You send off messengers to Feroshire, telling of your victory and your imminent return. You also send a note to Irlof to prepare as much food as can be spared for trade downriver.
You spend a day or two in the city and in discussions with the Duke as your men rest and recover. You agree to send as much grain and meat as you can spare downriver, and promise that your merchants will be fair in their pricing. In return the Duke agrees to use your shipworks for the construction of his shallow-drafted vessels. He also agrees to send any families that cannot be housed in his wrecked town towards your lands, with the idea that you will provide them work on your defenses.
With your business done in the city, you cast about for information on the incursion. You get a more finalized number and find that roughly 1,000 men from your Kingdom fell, compared to around 4,000 foemen. This incursion seems to be limited to the Duke's capital. As far as who these people are, there are tales of raiders from the sea in some local histories dating back several hundred years, but no one can remember any similar invasions in recent memory.
Now that you have taken care of that business, you march home at the head of your men, stopping at Sowsden to gather the miniature navy you amassed during the fighting. You return home to find that word of your victory has preceded you. There are many tearful reunions, as well as a few saddened widows. Some of the refugees return to their old lands, but many of them are reluctant to travel late in November. Luckily, this year's harvest was quite fruitful, and you will be able to easily feed all that wish to stay, with some to spare for the Duke's lands. You load up several boats to that effect and send them downriver.
You ride with Sir Percival to deliver the news of Sir Denton's death, and introduce yourself to his heir. The young man says his father spoke highly of you, and you tell him to come to you with any questions he has. You continue upriver then, and are reunited with the now visibly pregnant Lady Marna. Your ribs still ache, but you don't mind as she folds you in a fierce hug.
Returning to Feroshire, you decide to send Alan's body to his family for burial, along with a letter explaining his Knighthood and virtues to them. Your tears stain the page, but you cannot hide your sorrow towards your fallen squire.
Before you realize it, the month of November has come to a close. December beckons, and it stands to be a fiercely cold one. What would you like to do?
End giant roleplaying session. Good fun, everyone!