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I'm always ready to pay my respect to the dead, even if I don't worship Pharasma. I come from another, far away land, but my god and yours share similarities.
Erhun bows to the priestess
I couldn't help but notice on our way to this place that the living seems worried, but no one dared to confided to us the nature of their worries. Is there anything we could help you with, Sister Renofre?
Sister Renofre pauses contemplatively. "There is, actually, though I don't know if it's related. Follow me."
She takes them to a small catacomb where they are holding an acolyte—a cool, dark room that has yet to be used for any burials.
Along the way she explains the situation. "Due to recent sightings of a 'maniacal disembodied head' we sent an acolyte to cleanse what we believed was a minor undead menace. Manetho told us he handled the threat but we later learned that was a lie. We caught him digging up graves and locked him up to repent."
The boy sits in the corner with his arms around his knees only glancing up at you with half seeing eyes before return his stare to an empty spot on the wall.