Korlan: Although you are not familiar with this particular substance, the smell gives you a slight sensation of lightheadedness.  You suspect it may be some form of pesticide or even possibly a narcotic.

Esvaris

An idea for an epic prank crosses my mind. I say to Tryma "I'll be right back." I slink away behind crowd. I rely procession's distracting presences as I Invoke duplicity, creating a duplicate of myself (still disguised a wealth funeral attendee), which then walks up next to Tryma, where I was before. Then I cast disguise self again, this time decreasing my height and looking like a teenage human kid. I take out my quarterstaff, and sneak into the crowd. Near the front of the crowd, I get down on all fours, and as the procession approaches, I stick out my quarterstaff and trip one of the pall-bearers.

Esvaris: The pall bearer is completely focused on the task at hand.  The well groomed young man, straight brown hair pulled back into a neat queue, topples forward, tries to catch himself by hanging onto the coffin, causing a chain reaction as the other footmen carrying the coffin lose control of it.  The oversized wooden casket slides forward as the man you tripped attempts to scramble out of the way.  Screams and gasps erupt from the crowd as the corner of the box cracks on impact and the lid flies off.  The corpulent body of Lord Atterley comes rolling out, much more stiffly than it should less than a day after his passing.  The corpse's entire form seems to shimmer and flicker for a moment with magical energy which dissolves to reveal, not the weighty figure of Lord Atterley, but instead the youthful features of the young Solar guardsman, Tristan, who both Esvaris and Demoiselle had seen just before his death mere days ago.  Tryma, little gnomish eyes open wide in shock at the sight of the falling casket, lets out a yelp and then hightails it out of the front gates along with several other panicking funeral attendees.

Dawnlord Wintermoon frowns in thought, though not in surprise, at the unfolding scene.  He does not seem to recognize the body.

Lord Atterley's son merely stands frozen in shock and outrage, unable to speak yet.

Quill gasps audibly from the staircase.

"A trick!" he exclaims.

Esvaris:

I smile broadly seeing my prank succeed. But it is not done yet. I quickly get up and run away. I have my duplicate chase after me. Out of sight, I dispel the duplicate and cast disguise self one more time, going back to the rich guy look. I return to the crowd, saying to anyone who asks that the roguish youth escaped. 

Demoiselle rubbed her eyes. "Tristan? But how?"

(Either missed or did not get the update)

As I watch the procession proceed, I am frozen as the events begin to unfold. I gasp as the casket breaks open and the body falls out. I rush over to Tristan and attempt to ascertain how he died. 

Medicine or investigation (same bonus): 5

Korlan: You see no obvious wounds on the body. (Did the others tell you about Tristan's death earlier?)

Demoiselle:  A vivid memory of Tristan's last moments flashes into your mind, his angry words there behind the stalls in the market place, and your brief chase and search for his killer.  Dawnlord Wintermoon looks at you in surprise at your obvious recognition of the corpse.  He moves forward and leans against his quarterstaff as he bends down next to Korlan to place a hand upon the body.  With a grunt, Atterley angrily moves forward to stop him, but freezes in place as the crowd gasps at the soft blue glow that suddenly surrounds Tristan's remains.  The old elf's eyes roll up until only the white's show for a few seconds before returning to focus on the young man.  Wintermoon shudders briefly and rises slowly back to his feet.  "Someone has cast a spell of Gentle Repose on this fellow."  He looks down at the body.  "I dare say he could still be resurrected..." he murmurs thoughtfully.  Rubbing his cheek with one spotted old hand he muses, "Or perhaps an attempt to Speak with Dead would do as well."

Esvaris: You see a couple of Atterley's private guard come trotting back to the crowd. They must have followed you in chasing after the youth.  When they catch their Lord's eye, the leader shakes his head to indicate their lack of success.  Atterley glares in frustration, looking for a target for his wrath in the crowd.  His eye settles on you.  "You! Did you get a good look at that boy?  Who was he?" he demands furiously, reminding you quite a bit, suddenly, of his recently deceased father the day you met him.  Then he pauses and looks you up and down slowly. "And who, by the goddess, are you?  I don't believe I know you.  From what family do you hail?"  He waits expectantly and suspiciously.  The crowd around you pulls back a bit, everyone eyeing you and whispering behind hands as no one recognizes you.

From his position on the staircase, Quill scans the room, wondering if there's anyone who doesn't look convincingly surprised at this development.

Insight or Perception: 18

(Would [Tooltip not found] be Revivify by any chance?)

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Korlan: You see no obvious wounds on the body. (Did the others tell you about Tristan's death earlier?)

(I believe so, but I cant quite remember.)

Esvaris

"I chased a human boy, no more than sixteen years old. He had blond hair and..." I continue describing the disguise I wore moments before. "I am sorry to inform you that he outran me. As for my self, I am Kearto of house Liadon." I give my oldest brother's name, and draw upon my family's noble standing to concoct my story with just the right amount of truth to make for a good lie. "My Father and yours were associates many years ago. My father was saddened to learn of your Father's death, but being an exceedingly busy man, he sent me in his stead. I am sorry that this solemn occasion has been disrupted by that rakish youth." Peering over at Tristan's body, I add "Your father maintained a remarkable youthful countenance for a man of his age! You simply must tell me about his moisturizing routine."

Deception check:21

((Or since I don't have Revivify, will Spare the Dying or Cure Wounds work? I doubt it, but doesn't hurt to ask.))

 Demoiselle also bent down to touch the body and sang softly in her native tongue. A radiance, every colour of the dawn, surrounded her and slowly flowed into Tristan's spell-preserved body. As the spell ended she removed her hand and keenly watched to see what would happen next.

Demoiselle: Dawnlord Wintermoon watches as you attempt to cure Tristan's preserved body.  The people nearby step back in awe... but the magic fades with no visible effect.  The old elf gently places his hand over yours.  "I'm afraid that 'time heals all wounds' is but a pleasant palliative.  In this young man's case, only a Resurrection ritual has any hope, if his spirit is free and willing, of returning him to this world."  Then he rises to his feet, leaning heavily on his staff, and turns toward Lord Atterley with a bow. "Good sir, we, the faithful of Usoara, offer our humble services to deal with this strange... imposter." He gestures with one hand toward the body.

Esvaris: Lord Atterley, though not immediately recognizing your family name, nods as if he does.  His entire attitude towards you changes, clearly showing you more respect, though he is still very angry about the shocking funeral situation.  Through only slightly gritted teeth he grinds out a response. "I thank you, Sir, for your attempt to apprehend that little devil."  He does look at you as if he thinks you may be a bit daft for thinking that young man could be his father, but attributes it to possible inbreeding.  Then he orders his servants to deal with the grotesque spectacle of the broken coffin, waves off the remaining funeral attendees, and demands that his house steward find out where his father's body has gotten to immediately.

After Dawnlord Wintermoon's offer to remove the body, Lord Atterley glares at him and it for several moments, as if he wants to unleash his anger on one or the other.  Then, realizing that there is not a better option if he hopes to get any answers, he nods stiffly, granting permission and turns round to stalk back into his mansion.

Quill: 

Korlan gives a wink to Esvaris. Korlan will then blend in with the crowd and follow the house steward as s/he leaves the scene. 

Stealth: 23

Korlan:

Demoiselle tried to look stoic, but only managed to look tired. "So, I imagine that's it for tonight, we take the body back to the temple, oui?" She asked and then, looking down at her feet she muttered "Tonight it would seem that all of my failures and misdeeds are coming back to haunt me." in a quiet tone.

Demoiselle: Noticing your discouragement, the Dawnlord stretches and turns his face up, eyes closed, toward the sun.  "Ah. Though her rays may sometimes burn, her touch is required for new growth and life." Then, as if reinvigorated, he glances around, sees the waiting funeral carriage, and smacks his staff loudly onto the stone beneath his feet.  The footman looks over in surprise and, when the ancient elf crooks a finger at him, the servant's face blanches in nervousness.  He hurries over to the two of you.

"Sir?" he asks, oil slicked black hair and black suit both crisp, but eyes betraying his unruffled look.

Dawnlord Wintermoon waves toward Tristan's body. "Kindly remove this unfortunate fellow to the Basilica."

The footman stutters, "I.. I.. cannot do that, Sir. This carriage is solely for the use of the Atterley family." He looks both worried and stubborn, clasping his hands behind his back to still their twitching.

Quill starts to follow Tryma as inconspicuously as possible, though once (if applicable) the two are away from the large crowd he attempts to get her attention.