Ha! Knew it would be an in-story one-night-war. Have a very quick epilogue-type thingy
The danger past, the celebrations resumed at full swing. Even with all the earlier chaos, the people of Falconreach were resilient and, in all honesty, far too used to this sort of thing to really let it put it a damper on the occasion.
Artix, restored to normal (inasmuch as he could be described as normal), apologized for all the trouble he'd caused and volunteered to help with the cleanup—though he first had to heal his legs, which the Hero, as promised, had broken during their final direct confrontation, wherein she'd wielded a hammer and given him a healthy thwack.
(There were no hard feelings. In fact, he had been very complimentary of how clean the break had been for both legs. It made them very easy to heal.)
The Hero of Falconreach, after a hot meal complete with a complimentary sampler box of the Cauldron Sisters' newest confections, given as thanks for her work in defending their merchandise, was once again back to her normal self. She'd even swapped armor to Evolved Pumpkinlord just to match the occasion. Despite her own protests, she was most insistently exempted from the cleanup effort—something she eventually ended up getting convinced to do, thanks to her dragon's arguments as to why they should just go trick-or-treating already.
(His arguments essentially boiled down to his being hungry. The Hero of Falconreach could do a lot of things but resist her dragon was not one of them, especially not on Mogloween when she also really wanted to get a headstart on candy collecting)
With the ebil book given for safe storage, Zorbak given a lecture on his slapdash storage methods, and the undead all set to be cleaned out of Falconreach, it was, all in all, a fine start to the true Mogloween festivities.