| Lem Nevercot |
There is a gold plated rake in the shed.
Can't tell if this is a joke or not.
Voiced muffled by the shed door, the little man called back "Help dig? I think you guys have it covered!" After a few seconds of more rooting around noises, he said "Oh, were you asking me for a prayer? My guy isn't really the last rites sort of guy."
| Arcanist Daranil Aldaris |
Daranil steps forward, drawing his holy symbol of Calistria. "I shall handle this, then."
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
When the grave is ready, the elf stands over it with a solemn look in his eye. "We lay to rest one dear Zellara, who gave her life to seek retribution for the murder of her son by the criminal Gaedren Lamm."
"Though she died in her pursuit retribution, her undying will allowed her to shine a light on Lamm's hidden den. And we, kindred spirits in vengeance, dragged Lamm out of his pit and brought an end to his wretched existence."
He trembles slightly, but continues. "May Zellara find peace in knowing that Lamm will never harm another soul, and that he has been paid back for all the pain he caused. And may all those present find peace knowing that we too might find new life as we step forward onto the grand stage that is life."
He gestures towards the others to commit Zellara's remains to her final resting place.
| Arcanist Daranil Aldaris |
Daranil looks back at the dwarf. "I am merely a player on the stage, here for the gods' amusement, just as anyone else. But each actor is allowed to have a favored member of the audience. Calistria is one of the Great Patrons that I especially appreciate, as her faith ensures that life is never too dull. And I'd dare not deny her a story of loss and vengeance, as simple as it was."