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."
Despite having encouraged the pit stop, Doozey remained by the wagon alongside Biscuit, if but to make sure no locals got too curious despite his claims. Yet his ears stayed ever open, and even from afar -- despite all the other ambient noises in the area -- he caught enough to bow his head in solemn solidarity. Seeing this, Biscuit tilted his head to the side in confusion, but then bounded over and placed a comforting paw on Doozey's shoulders. "... This used to be easier, Brother. And dare I say, I... almost long for those days when it was." He whispering. "Brye ro... Brye ro..." Biscuit said(?) and nodded along in agreement.
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"How noble," the armored attendant exclaims. "Is he one of ours, a resident of Phlan?"
The question is answered a moment later once Utar and the shrine attendant agree on a way to bring the corpse into the shrine area. While outside, he nods solemnly to Doozey and others who may have also be waiting outside.
When back inside, he explains to Utar: "No, Gavriel does not have a face I recognize as one of mine. Know that Helm will protect him in the afterlife, and that I, as his instrument, will ensure that he receives the proper rites and is interred accordingly. I would be honored to do so right at our very own Valhingen Graveyard, here in town. That said, if you happen to know where Gavriel hails from, we could arrange to send him home instead."
"Yes, that the best course of action at present."
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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."
Despite having encouraged the pit stop, Doozey remained by the wagon alongside Biscuit, if but to make sure no locals got too curious despite his claims. Yet his ears stayed ever open, and even from afar -- despite all the other ambient noises in the area -- he caught enough to bow his head in solemn solidarity. Seeing this, Biscuit tilted his head to the side in confusion, but then bounded over and placed a comforting paw on Doozey's shoulders. "... This used to be easier, Brother. And dare I say, I... almost long for those days when it was." He whispering. "Brye ro... Brye ro..." Biscuit said(?) and nodded along in agreement.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"How noble," the armored attendant exclaims. "Is he one of ours, a resident of Phlan?"
The question is answered a moment later once Utar and the shrine attendant agree on a way to bring the corpse into the shrine area. While outside, he nods solemnly to Doozey and others who may have also be waiting outside.
When back inside, he explains to Utar: "No, Gavriel does not have a face I recognize as one of mine. Know that Helm will protect him in the afterlife, and that I, as his instrument, will ensure that he receives the proper rites and is interred accordingly. I would be honored to do so right at our very own Valhingen Graveyard, here in town. That said, if you happen to know where Gavriel hails from, we could arrange to send him home instead."