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Sharna moves among the injured, liberally healing cuts and broken bones while Ra screeches from her shoulder.
Healing those who can work to fix the building is the best direct contribution she can make, alas.
When the question of what has drawn the beastmen's ire comes up, Sharna shrugs, her eyes sliding off. "Perhaps," she suggests diplomatically, "they were angry we passed through their territory..."
Probably the whole 'and we stole their holy relics' wouldn't go over too well.
"I'm gonna enjoy a good meal, a warm bed, and a pouch full of gold. Then I'm leaving this Gods forsaken mountain. If I never saw this place, it'll have been too soon."
While the words of encouragement and thanks are welcome, getting warm from the cold and getting off the mountain are higher on Merisiel's list of priorities.
The party stays for food and beds, and over the course of a couple days helps to rebuild the damaged areas of the way station, or keep scout for beastmen attacks that do not resolve.
A couple days into repairs, the party finds Osprey sitting in front of the way station's hearth, watching the fire spit from logs.
"Hello, Pathfinders!" he greets you. "Did you succeed, or did the Aspis take our prize?"
Osprey regards Volkard for a moment and responds, "The bones are of the utmost importance in discerning the source of danger that threatens Absalom. If I had had the information to give to you, I would have shared it."
"Markavious is it? Yes, you. I cannot offer any promises of the way station's security, but as I understand it, they've been here for some time under the beastmen's shadow. They are simple creatures, and from the stories I heard of the trouncing you gave them, they are like to forget by the time they finish licking their wounds."
"If you don't mind..." he holds out an outstretched hand.
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Sharna smiles slightly in approval at Markavious's question as to the people's safety. It is a comfort, sometimes, to know that some of her Pathfinder colleagues also care for such concerns.
She somewhat doubts that those at the waystation will be as copacetic with Osprey's reassurances as Osprey himself, but... such is the nature of their work.
The Thuvian witch merely offers a slight bow to Osprey to acknowledge the completion of their mission, and heads inside the still-smoking waystation to assist with food preparation-- and to inquire which of the local herbs (likely gathered in summer months) they use to season their food, around here...
The party turns over the blanket to Osprey, who graciously thanks you. "You have done a service to the Society, and I'm sure you've prevented some terrible fate from befalling Absalom by keeping the bones out of the hands of those Aspis bastards. Good day"
He steps out of the building. As you follow him out, he takes a step that never touches the ground. He transforms into a long-winged hawk and takes to the sky, leaving you in the cold, a thousand miles between where you stand and the City at the Center of the World.
Congratulations guys and gals!
You have succeeded in your quest in recovering the blanket with the mystic's bones.
You earned your second prestige point by preventing the way station from burning down.
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Jory
Markavius
Merisiel
Sharna
Tyrion
Volkard
Let me know if there's any issues or corrections to be made on them.
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