Walking over to your group, Linus finishes cleaning his sword, then ... well, sheathes it is not the correct word, since he drives it into a rock. Like, ALL THE WAY into a rock. Looking you over, he crosses his arms over his chest and glares at you. That, he begins in an annoyed tone, was a lot of orcs. I am sorry to say that if the galleon was yours, you'll have to refloat it. It is currently sitting on the floor of the ocean about twenty feet from the docks. The orcs are gone, as are the goblins and hobgoblins. A few of the scro got away using some kind of teleport spell - not one I know of - before I could take them all out.
He reaches into his robes and pulls out a tattered scroll, which he tosses to Izema. That is the deed to the Order's fortress. Do with it as you please. However, should you happen to find a suit of burgundy-enameled platemail armor, it belongs to me, and I would like it back. The Order confiscated it to, and I quote, "keep me from going on a rampage." It should have a matching helmet and shield with a skull-and-book heraldry on it.