Flight from the New World

After nursing Edward back to consciousness and making your way back to Kingstown, Rhogar helped Edward make it to the Imperial barracks for some much-needed rest and recovery, and was presented with 150gp in payment for his rescue. The rest of the group headed back to the inn while Reginald, who had been sullen and withdrawn since his rage-fueled rampage through the goblin caves, slipped away alone.
Around dusk, as cloudy skies turned to a steady rain, a soldier arrived at the barracks badly wounded in horrific fashion. Dark, thorn-covered vines twisted over his skin, growing through his flesh and thwarting Rhogar's healing magic. Between labored breaths, he spoke fearfully of an attack on the Imperial outpost in the mountains. Clutching at Rhogar's holy symbol as though it could protect him from the memories, he spoke of Godless occult magics and plants that ate men.
Soon, scouts began to report an approaching army of plant creatures in terrible numbers, and all hell broke loose. The civilians began to panic, and the order was given to evacuate the city. As the creatures began to assault the city wall, every ship in the Kingstown harbor was frantically loaded with supplies for the three-month journey home and as many people as it could hold. In the chaos, the five of you managed to find each other and board one of the last departing ships, the Diamond Seal, which soon sailed away into the stormy night.
You spent the next three months at sea once again, in the company of two other ships that managed to stay together with yours through the storm, and now at last you find yourselves on solid ground again, surrounded by the comforting sounds of a bustling city port. The passengers of the Diamond Seal are disembarking with great relief, while its captain, a tall, proud man named Clyde with sandy hair and one eye that never quite seems to focus, is arguing with Rhogar.
"That's right, I said compensation. I run a business here. A trip like this one ain't cheap. Now it was your 'empire' ordered my ship to take on more passengers than she's rightly s'posed to handle and then feed those passengers out of her own supplies for three months across the sea, so I s'pect it ought to be your 'empire' reimburses my ship and its crew for those supplies, not to mention the hard work what got you all here in one piece. Gods know these poor folks can't pay."