Before he leaves the Inn, Wilberforce turns to Ori and says 'I would love to hear you play, Orisatra' as he casts Guidance on Ori.

As we all begin walking out towards the wharf, Ori will pull out her lyre and tune it up. As she walks out towards the funeral she begins playing/singing a fey funeral march. The words are in sylvan, and the melody has a strange way of sounding almost like trees without leaves, and cold paths that are no longer trodden. But as we near the location of the funeral service, the song subtly changes, evoking new beginnings, new life and new adventures. 

(Performance check plus guidance:  23)

Calitynia nods as well. "Oh yes, music would be quite appropriate."

You all make your way to the dock overlooking the Vingaard River, where those who were closest to Ispin Greenshield have gathered. There, Ispin's body rests in a small boat wreathed in flowers, his body wrapped in a shroud. Ori's music provides a mysterious but hopeful background to the affair. A knight steps forward in ornate Solamnic armor. She smiles gently at those assembled, and her voice carries clearly across the water.

“You all knew Ispin as a friend, and there were none like him. Before he died, he told me this: ‘There should be tales, not tears, for an old scoundrel like me. Make sure everyone knows my stories when I head off on the greatest adventure of them all.’”

The knight, who you presume to be Lady Becklin, nods. Villagers carry Ispin's body to the dock's edge, where she and an armored dwarven woman lower it into the water. "So let's do just that," Becklin continues, as the tiny vessel drifts out onto the Vingaard River. "On the eve of the Kingfisher Festival, we celebrate you, Ispin. Good travels, friend. Until we meet again."

Calitynia finds herself standing at attention, as though this were a formal ceremony. She knows it isn't, but with the knight leading the memorial and in respect for Mr. Greenshield, it just feels right to her. She makes an attempt to stand stoically, but as Ipsin is lowered into the water and the final words are spoken, she can't quite hold back a couple of tears falling across her cheeks.  Trying to discreetly wipe the tears away, she glances about to see others' reactions, not quite sure what to do next.  

"So that would be Becky...I mean Lady Becklin then?" Daryan says quietly to Darrett with a nod as he sees the knight in the ornate Solamnic armor. As the music stops he gives an appreciating smile and a nod to the young kender, reflexively checking he still has his gear on him. The white-haired half-elf stands with a slightly lowered head and his hands in front of him during the brief funeral ceremony. He never were to a funeral before and he didn't contemplate death often but now he did, hoping he would have something to leave behind when he went down that river, a story to be told at least maybe.

"So, the Kingfisher festival next then?" He says to the squire beside him, again glancing over at the white-haired knight, Calitynia, feeling an urge to comfort her but there would probably those better suited to do that around her soon. "Would it be appropriate to say hello to Lady Becklin now you think?" He asks Darrett as they turn to leave.

Wilberforce watches the body drift off to the Vingaard river and thinks 'I'll miss you Lad. Sorry I'm not there to guide your steps on your last adventure, but I know you will find your way.' With that he takes an old compass from one of his pouches and throws it into the water.

Wilberforce, wipes his eyes, turns to Ori and says 'Well done lass. A truly fitting tribute. What do you think happens next?'

Pelo nods at the ceremony. He'd have done it differently, of course, but it was well done. He places his hand over his heart and he places the little tin boar on the dock.

Ori stands in silence for a moment watching the boat be lowered into the water. Tears stream silently down her face as she looks down the river, trying to convince herself that this is a positive occasion - a transition into a realm beyond, not an end of life. She only half way succeeds. 

She looks at Wilberforce as he asks her his question "Honestly, I am not sure." She replies. "I had not considered what I might do after saying my goodbyes to Ispin. I always just assume that something will come up that shows me which way I am supposed to go next..." 

As she is replying she catches a glimpse of that half-elf knight looking at her and checking his things. Sadly, Ori is not surprised by the move and in the interest of reciprocity, she makes pointed eye contact with the man, and pointedly checks herself to make sure that all HER things are still on her person. She looks pointedly at him, saying with her eyes "Knights..."(with an implied eyeroll)

Wilberforce bursts out laughing at the display by Ori. His tears of grief transformed to tears of joy in an instant. 

When he can finally speak again he says 'Well lass, the dwarves were buying drinks last time I checked and someone normally hands out food at these things. I think you're right though, something will come up and there is the festival.'

[OOC] DM what time of day is it now? Just for interest as this will probably have very little impact on how much more Wilberforce decides to drink or when he falls asleep 

Shagrin watches the lowering of the boat the same as the others. As the boat touches the water Shagrin raps his trident against his shield causing it to again ring out with a solid clear tone. He does this twice more sending off Ispin with a shield bearers tribute. He remains on the dock standing post even as the others leave, until the boat carrying Ispin can no longer be seen. 

The white-haired half-elf seems a bit confused at first when the kender rolls her eyes at him, then realizing he must have done something to offend her. Not sure what to do about it he turns and follows Darrett away from the kender, the look of the kender stuck in his mind. He had met a few wandering kender in Tarsis but this one seemed...different. Oh well, there would soon be other things on his mind.

Wilberforce heads back to the Inn to see if Pelo is there and wants to have another drink.

Ori finishes her send off and follows the flow back to the inn for more revelry.

(@KudosWyvernspur: Just after sunset now.)

The funeral over, you head back to the Brass Crab. The reception is a simple but crowded affair. Yalme keeps bread, cheese, and local ale coming for the dozens of attendees, and over the course of the night it seems like practically everyone in the village makes an appearance.

The knight, who Darrett confirmed for Daryan is indeed Lady Becklin, calls for everyone's attention, and shares one of Ispin's favorite stories: the tale of the time the High Sub-Senior Artillerist of Mount Nevermind launched her pet weasel all the way from the gnome enclave to Sancrist Island, then hired Ispin to recover the critter. Becklin follows with several other charming stories about Ispin, before inviting attendees to share other tales Ispin might have told them.

Time, if you wish, to tell some tall tales for the late Ispin Greenshield to be remembered by! Who will come forward to tell the first?

Calitynia steps forward, "I don't have any stories of adventures I went on with Ipsin Greenshield.  But I listened to many tales that he told. I was about 6 when we met the first time, so I had to sneak into the tavern to listen. Nobody ever even knew I was there!" She smiles, almost laughing. "But one of his stories was when he and some friends had chartered a small ship to take them through the Bay of Balifor..."  She stops for a moment, thinking. "Hmm... No, it might have been they started in Blood Bay?"  She shakes her head, looking about a bit nervously now. "Well, it doesn't matter! They were headed to some mysterious place in the north. Umm, yes, was it north? Maybe..."  She looks up, her face reddening as she fumbles with the presentation.

"Ok, it doesn't matter - they were far out at sea. Now, they had had favorable wind for days, but Mr. Greenshield... he was really smart you know... he knew the good luck couldn't last. So of course, they were attacked!" She kind of overdoes it with trying to be dramatic, undoubtedly trying to mimic the old adventurer's tone.  "It was an octopus... err... no, squid. Giant squid! Well, not just a squid, but a squid monster. Really, really big. And evil. I'm sure it was evil." She again looks around at the crowd a bit sheepishly, losing her place a bit in her tale. 

Finally she continues, "Ok, evil squid monster thing. Attacking the ship.  And of course, Mr. Greenshield jumped in. Well, with his friends too.  He would cut through any tentacles that tried to snatch up crew members.  And for a while they held off the beast.  But it changed tactics, ramming the ship, eventually causing the captain and some of the crew to be swept off the ship. Mr. Greenshield dove in after them and rescued every one of them.  And even while he was swimming, he still managed to fight the creature! And umm...  yea, they fought until they killed the evil thing.  And umm..."   

She pauses a moment, looking around at the crowd.  "Well, that's the gist of that story. I'm...  umm...  sure I've bored you all by now. I think there was more - the ship had left them stranded.  But don't worry, Mr. Greenshield was alright."  She again stops, realizing obviously everyone knew he hadn't died or anything out there.  "Anyhow, you all probably have stories where you fought at his side or discovered fabulous places with him. I just listened to his accounts. Hopefully I remembered it well enough." 

Looking a bit sheepish, she steps back, trying to become inconspicuous against the wall.  

Wilberforce wakes up in his chair with a start, this isn’t unusual for him these days. He hears some background applause, apparently someone has just finished speaking, and joins in to be polite. 

'Time to feed the water cycle' thinks Wilberforce as he heads out of the Inn. 

He walks a little way from the Inn, to be polite, and starts to let Nature flow. Wilberforce is aware that he is close to the wharf and doesn't want to fall in. With a 'Wake up Wilberforce' he casts Guidance on himself. As usual there is no outward sign of change, but his eyes are a little clearer and his mind is a little sharper. 

He then notices that he has been relieving himself against an old wagon full of interesting tools. Wilberforce feels the gaps in his pouches where the compass used to be and decides to look if there is anything on this wagon that is in danger of falling off and being lost.

Investigation with guidance 13

If he finds anything interesting, regardless of how well secured it is, then he will attempt to take it

Sleight of Hand with guidance 17

As he walks back to the Inn he notices the small Boar that Pelo left for Greenshield. 'What a lovely lovely gesture' thinks Wilberforce. He obviously makes no move to take it, he is no thief after all.

[OOC] As agreed if Wilberforce takes something you want, let me know and he will give it back immediately as you must have just dropped it. Otherwise you will probably get it back at some point anyway 

The white-haired half-elf chuckles at the story about the pet weasel. He had heard it himself and the weasel kept changing names so he suspected it may have been not totally acurate in the first place but that didn't really matter, it was a really good story. The half-elf then gives the solamnic knight with the long white hair a compassionate smile as she finishes her speech. He definitely had heard stories told in a more entertaining manner but she deserved respect for speaking nonetheless. While the two knights had spoken, Daryan had tried to come up with a suitable story of his own, some of them already told by Lady Becklin. There were quite a few of them though that old Ispin had told him at the Leering Goblin tavern down in Tarsis, but he quickly realized all he could think of had either a grumpy dwarf, a pompous knight or a...kender as an integral part and not wanting to make more fool of himself than he already had done this funeral, the half-elf prudently stays by the bar. He was a half-elf after all, not exactly considered a pillar of society, and he doubted anyone would expect him to speak up anyway so instead he enjoyed the cheese, bread and local ale served, looking to see who would be the next speaker.

As Calitynia finishes her story, there is an exaggerated yawn from the back of the room. It is a young man, finely dressed compared to the other locals. The other attendees look over at him with a mix of scorn and unease. The young man then calls out: "We've heard this one a thousand times!", he says, "And you told it worse than Ispin himself did, quite a feat!" With a smug look of self-satisfaction, he goes over and helps himself to some punch, which he immediately spits out. "Where did you get this backwash?", he asks Yalme, smirking as he does so.

"HEY!" Ori calls to the young heckler "How about you show some respect for those trying to grieve, or get your face out of here" As she says this, she pulls her hoopak out and slams the sharp end into the ground, causing the strings on the other side to start vibrating quietly. She tries to make herself look as fearsome as possible, even though she is quite small and typically anassuming.

(21 intimidation)