Doozey’s shake of the head and promise of bringing only tools for now is a bit of a truth-stretching exercise, but it seems to dissuade the people of the plaza from doing anything more than staring. Many of them are bound to recognize CRAP on sight now, so that also has its effect.
Neya, Utar, and Raist then agree to a quick stop by the Helm shrine. It is just a hop away so CRAP soon finds itself right in front of the small doorless building. All are welcome in the shrine despite it being in the vicinity of the most guarded area of town. There is little inside apart from a small altar with an oversized gauntlet in display. There is no sitting arrangements, only the standing room for no more than six or eight people. Inside, the shrine attendant, a fully armored tall human man with his helm being held on one hand by his waist, welcomes you in. “How may Helm protect you today?”
"It is a bitter duty that brings us here today. We are recently returned to Phlan but I am saddened to report that on our travels we encountered the remains of a Helmite named Gavriel. They are outside, in our wagon, magically protected, until we were able to return him to your care. I am sorry for your loss."
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Doozey’s shake of the head and promise of bringing only tools for now is a bit of a truth-stretching exercise, but it seems to dissuade the people of the plaza from doing anything more than staring. Many of them are bound to recognize CRAP on sight now, so that also has its effect.
Neya, Utar, and Raist then agree to a quick stop by the Helm shrine. It is just a hop away so CRAP soon finds itself right in front of the small doorless building. All are welcome in the shrine despite it being in the vicinity of the most guarded area of town. There is little inside apart from a small altar with an oversized gauntlet in display. There is no sitting arrangements, only the standing room for no more than six or eight people. Inside, the shrine attendant, a fully armored tall human man with his helm being held on one hand by his waist, welcomes you in. “How may Helm protect you today?”
"It is a bitter duty that brings us here today. We are recently returned to Phlan but I am saddened to report that on our travels we encountered the remains of a Helmite named Gavriel. They are outside, in our wagon, magically protected, until we were able to return him to your care. I am sorry for your loss."