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"Nothing for now. Just show your presence in town." Razelago tells.

"Well, lets see." Razelago replies and flies back to the paper screen. Flying back and forth he ponders some options weighing one thought against the other.

Finally he approaches Fauhra again. "The death of Ilvara was tragic and unnecessary and it weakens our endeavor. But it can't be helped now. But with your other issues I can help."

Razelago turns to Moira. "Something like this will not happen again. If your skeleton friend loses his temper, I expect you to take him down personally. If you don't and I have to deal with something like this again myself, the Archbaron will have both your heads. With Ilvara gone, you're the one in charge, and I expect you to keep all of the people I carefully chose for this mission alive and working towards the goals of Archbaron Fex. Fauhra will report to me about that."

"Is that clear? Any more questions?" Razelago finishes his talk addressing all. But it is clear that these are questions, that ask for exactly one answer: Yes, it is clear and no, no further questions.

Razelago comes flewn out from behind the paper screen. The lower part A fat fly with the torso and head like a chubby toddler but an adult expression on the face. "I'm sure you want to talk about the tragic death of your matriarch." Razelago interrupts.

"Let me show you." He comes closer and puts his tiny hand on Fauhra's shoulder. In Fauhra's head the whole situation from the point where Ilvara enters the Arch and Lark until she is hit by the table that kills her is implanted into Fauhra's mind in a split second. Only the visuals, there is no sound or smell to it, but it is as if she had seen it herself.

"You know, it is really tragic that you have lost your matriarch and I a worthy and valued member of this task force. And I'm willing to help you to come to peace with this situation. But let's not overreact here. The Archbaron is a busy man and cares only for results. I don't see him caring especially for any of you. And bothering him now with this - for us tragic - but for him minor loss might endanger the complete cooperation."

"If it is not too much to ask of you... could you sleep over it and see if there is something I can help you with to get over this loss?" Razelago pours his honeyed words out over Fauhra.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27