Demoiselle:  Below you, noble men and women dressed in black are exiting from side rooms into the main hall and gathering near the coffin.  Two servant men in black suits with white bands around their upper arms are carefully placing the heavy lid upon the box.  The double front doors are opened by the doormen and you see a large black four-horse carriage waiting at the foot of the steps below.  Behind you, the young elf scribe has followed you out.  He touches your left elbow gently and whispers near your ear, "Amazing how quickly the newly minted Lord Atterley has prepared all this, isn't it?"  A slight pause, and then, in a tone of irony, "Despite his great grief, of course."

Esvaris:  Wintermoon turns his wise old eyes upon you with a look of mild surprise. "Do you truly believe that your actions have gone unnoticed?  There are many eyes upon you, my son, and you have much more work to do."  He smiles a mischievous grin. "Let us give them something else to gawk at."  With that said, he turns and makes his way in a stately and serene fashion towards the main staircase, looking not at all as if he was stuffed into a small closet mere minutes ago.

Demoiselle: The scribe's hand is suddenly removed from your elbow and replaced with that of Dawnlord Wintermoon.  He holds his staff in his left hand and uses his right to lean upon your arm a bit.  His long thin white brows quirk upward in amusement at you.  "Help an old man down the stairs, won't you?" He asks in his soft leathery voice.

Demoiselle opened her mouth to agree with the young scribe when she was startled by Dawnlord Wintermoon's arrival. She gave him a radiant smile and replied "Of course, bon père." as she 'helped' him down the stairs. She was sure he wasn't quite so frail, but it was a comfort having him so close by. Leaning close, she whispered "I am glad you're well. We were worried."

Esvaris

If there is one thing I love, it is giving people something to gawk at, so I shrug and follow the Dawnlord.

Demoiselle:  The old cleric pats your hand and indicates the enormously fat corpse of Lord Atterley in the coffin at the bottom of the stairs.  "I am well, thank you, and in much better health than the unfortunate Lord Atterley."  As you reach the main floor you see four young footmen, dressed in black suits with white gloves, lift the now closed casket together and move in a stately procession towards the open front doors.

Everyone:  The crowd gathers on each side of the hall as the young men carry the casket to the door. (Make a perception check)

Esvaris

Perception: 16

Korlan 

15

passive perception: 18

Perception roll: 28

Perception for Quill: 16

Esvaris, Korlan, and Quill, and Demoiselle:  You all noticed, as the young men lift oversized casket with it's morbidly obese contents, that they seem to lift it with relative ease.  The footmen glance at each other as their muscles relax after the expected weight turns out to be negligible.  Through the open front doors you can see out to the front gates of the Atterley grounds.  In the street there is a large, ornate, black carriage drawn by two black horses waiting.  Lined up in the front drive of the home between the mansion and the gates you see a row of servants on each side, household staff on the right, grounds keepers and grooms on the left.  Among the staff to the left you recognize little Tryma, in her familiar little overalls, eyes opened wide as the coffin is brought through the front doors.

Demoiselle:  The study doors open behind you and the high ranking men begin to move down the stairs. One of them roughly jostles you and Dawnlord Wintermoon aside, clearly annoyed that you are in his way. He snorts rudely at you, a maid, daring to use the main stairs.

Demoiselle's eyebrow raised, she was about to speak but then she was jostled aside. After the flood passed them she murmured to Dawnlord Wintermoon "Interesting how easy they seemed to lift the casket. I wonder who or what is really in there."

"That's odd," Quill mutters.

"The Lord was not...the lightest."

I will go over to Tryma.

"Tryma, how have you been? It's me, Esvaris."

Korlan 

“No he was not the lightest. A spell perhaps.....” I’ll follow Esvaris as he speaks with Tryma. 

Demoiselle: Wintermoon nods at your words and, watching the pall bearers as they pass through the front doors and onto the wide front portico, replies softly, "Curiosity is the wick in the candle of learning... but useless if it remains unlit." The high ranking council men in front of you split to either side of the pall bearers as they exit the Atterley mansion. The old elf raises one eyebrow at you, as if waiting to see what you will do about your curiosity.

Esvaris (followed by Korlan): You hurry down the stairs, rudely darting in front of the footmen carrying the coffin, causing gasps of outrage at your complete lack of social etiquette, rush down the stone portico steps and stop in front of Tryma.  She looks up at you, eyes wide in surprise at your sudden presence.  Then she tugs on both of you, whispering loudly, "Hurry, ya big galoots!  Your blocking the funeral procession!"  Even the servants are frowning at you with silent glaring condemnation. Her hands leave a green smear on your sleeves where she tugged on them.

Demoiselle replied "Shall we invite ourselves to the ceremony? It will be interesting to see if they will open the casket."

Quill winces from his position on the staircase. But he's mostly occupied with trying to decide whether some sort of lightening spell for a heavy cadaver would be too unusual at a funeral.

Religion (?) Check if applicable: 15

Demoiselle: Dawnlord Wintermoon frowns at your comment in confusion since the casket was open until just a few minutes ago.  

Quill: You can't recall any lightening spells being used on cadavers.  The pall bearers seem surprised, as well, at the unexpected lighter weight of the casket.

Esvaris is ahead of the casket?

Esvaris - yes

Can I look at my sleeve and see what this green stuff is? 

Arcana and Investigation (same bonus): 14