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Lia relaxes as she finishes her portion of the ceremony. Seeing the stranger approach she tenses up not knowing what to expect. As the albino tiefling begins the performance she frowns. She thought " This isn't proper for a funeral. I wonder how the women are taking this. "

After noticing that the women aren't offended, Lia watches the performance. Lia hears a different sound and looks to see that Geoffroy has joined. She loves art of any kind and becomes enthralled with it the performance. Hearing Sar'ai whisper makes her realize the performance is over. She smiles at Sar'ai. " That was part of neither Sune or Lathander's rites. Sune would approve though I'm sure. That was wonderful. Artistry like that is always welcome. It added to our words, not taking away anything. I'm surprised that Geoffroy participated though. Lathander is much more of a stick in the mud than Sune. He is very serious. " Lia laughs softly as she grins at Sar'ai. She loves the performance but who is this tiefling? " Sar'ai, I've seen the tiefling around the caravan before. She is very unsettling. I've never heard her speak. This is quite… surprising. Do you trust tieflings?"

Edited: Kyrroeth on 30th Jan, 2017 - 2:15pm

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Cahleth initially rolls his eyes as the tiefling's performance begins, thinking silently to himself, "How long will this ceremony go on? We need to make haste to Greenest or others may be slaughtered." He quickly dons a pleasant smile though, out of respect to the performance and the aggrieved. He's trying his best to be patient during this ceremony, but his mind races to the venture ahead. As the dance continues, he is at least a little amused and even transfixed with the performance.

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Cratol sits in the wagon meditating as everyone heads off for the ritual. He thought about joining the ritual but there was nothing he could think to do that the clerics would not have covered. Thus decided to stay with the wagons and have a nice peaceful time as they preformed the final rites to the slain.

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Nyzahr's appearance caused more than a little stir. She'd been with the caravan, but kept to herself, and hasn't spoken to anyone this entire time. In fact, the only reason others know her name is Sir Onthar mentioned that was how she'd signed the contract.

To say people are uncertain about her performance would be a major understatement. But it seems to have added to the event in a very poignant manner, evoking strong emotion in those observing.

Several women rescued from the bandits choose to speak. They talk of friends, lovers, parents, siblings, and children. Fond memories are shared, as are last moments together, and regrets of promises that will never be fulfilled.

As the ceremony finishes, the fire burns brightly, radiating a heat that is difficult to bear several paces away. A few will remain here through the night, and tend to the pyre. People begin to filter away, as there is work yet to be done. The caravan will head a little further east, exiting the grove haunted by the now deceased bandits, before making camp.

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As the ceremony disperses Cahleth speaks with Sir Onthar to discuss security. We want to make sure to have plenty of guards throughout the night should anymore trouble arise, especially since many who fought the bandits are injured, depleted, and in need of a good night's rest.

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Poljen will help with the fire for the first few hours after the ceremony, and leave with the caravan. He will also volunteer for the last watch in the early morning, though sleep with his weapons and shield close at hand.

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The Friendly Necromancer says...

As the ceremony begins Onwen stands near the fringes of the crowd watching with a look of disinterest at best, though in truth this is primarily used to hide his sense of bitterness and anger. In his mind this is further proof that the gods care little for mortal concerns or suffering. But when Nyzahr begins her song Onwen stops and stares, his mouth agape. The music that issues forth seems to match Onwen's internal turmoil precisely. The notes of suffering mixed comfort, anguish, rage and lonliness strike a chord with Onwen's inner most being as images of Audreeana flood his mind and heart. The teiflings display of almost animalistic grace infused with passion stirs something in the hardened mage and his eyes begin to fill with tears.

The music stops and Onwen stands stunned for a moment then, blinking away the tears from his eyes, he quickly turns and walks away from the gathering. "Hmph" he mutters "Ridiculous waste of time… "

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Lia will stay and console any mourners that remain. She will also then leave with the caravan. The elf will volunteer to stay on watch the last half of the night. She then clambers into the wagon with Cratol. Nodding at him she enters into her trance, still entirely aware of her surroundings.