Your evening was disturbed by the cry and hue of the Watch calling all able citizens near the citadel’s docks to arms because they were under attack by strange humanoids of the deep. Each of you raced down to battle the “Sea Devils” (Sahuagin) until Guardsmen could arrive in sufficient numbers to quell the creatures’ ferocious, organized onslaught. Your heroic efforts saved the lives of many a sailor and dockworker who would have otherwise have had to defend. Malcolm retrieved a trident from one of the larger beasts and wisely turned it in to the authorities.
The filth-laden waterballs that were lobbed onto the docks from water-treading sahuagins were, you will later learn, city sewage and garbage. The smell was almost overbearing (especially if you failed your Fort rolls, which none of you did).
The best part of this event was that the party met. Not just met, but came together in fellowship and support.
Well done, gang!