"Ah i remember. Shame noble blood would stoop down to very low level of goblins."

I pocket the signet ring.

"Ooh. Pretty shiny."

I contemplate the dragon chess checkers set.

The Signet ring is an item used to make stamps or seals, each bears an iconography on its face, in the shape of a family or organization's crest, it acts as a signature, and to show what organization the bearer belongs to.

(Think less of a jeweled ring, and more of an office stamp kept on one's finger)

I decide to take the set of dragon checkers. The bard would surely prefer to have someone play their favorite game, dragon checkers, then to have it waste away. 

"Anyone have a shovel?"

After thinking for a few more moments I carefully open the letter.

Inside you find a neatly folded letter, written in a sprawling cursive. Not only written in elvish, but also in code! I talked to R, and he agreed: 2 hours must be taken to attempt to crack the code, followed by a Intuition check. 

He said the goal was 15.

I gather the candle, assortment of clothing, disguise kit, and rapier.  I hold up the clothes and rapier and keep the rest for myself, 

“We could probably sell these at the next village we come across,” I suggest, throwing the items in the back of a wagon. I see Alteria open the letter and rush over, “So? Anything interesting?”

The remaining Items unclaimed are:

Bedroll

Backpack

Bagpipes

Dice set

I've taken the liberty of adding the items to your inventories (except neibleheim, you have to get back to me on that.)

How are you splitting the gold?

Is there a shovel in either of the supply wagons? Gotta get gravedigging. 

Suprised none of you even inspected or checked the carts before.

Yes, the wagons carry a dozen shovels, and 2 dozen picks

Hey we just make deliveries. I get to start on digging a grave for the bard off by the side where the last goblin came from. 

"Anyone want to help?"

Within an hour, Tungol has single-handedly dug a hole large enough for a body.

I hop on in

I'm not sure if I remember any funeral rites, but as I roll the bard into the grave I think to check for any evidence of who they worshiped.

If I find anything, Religion: 9  as to what to say in this instance. 

Demitric has 2 tattoos on his shoulder blades, 1 of a black coin with a sneering face, and the other of a golden coin whose face bears a gentle smile. 

As a matter of fact, considering the circumstances, the tattoo of the black coin's face seems to grow into a harsh, toothy grin, and the smile of the golden coin's face seems to lessen ever so lightly.

Do I recognize these symbols?

with a roll of 5, you do not, at best you can assume that these images either represent a god who features a duality, or a set of gods who directly oppose each other.

I look back at Tungol as he stands over the small grave and turn to Alteria, 

“Would you like to work together to decipher the letter? Obviously I already know Elvish, it shouldn’t be too difficult, also I can take over when you need to rest.” 

I begin the funeral.
"You're dead. Amen."
Not the most groundbreaking eulogy, but I think it was down-to-earth enough to get the point across. 

I hand over the letter to Narissa.

"Yes, that would be helpful. If you could translate the Elvish then I'll work on cracking the code."

Alteria, unfortunately, cannot help, the code was written in elvish, despite what being written not making much sense, translating it to common would make code-breaking impossible. the code must be broken before translation.

Tungol, you roll a pants-less Demitric into the hole, just barely deep enough to accommodate the body.

(wow, I actually was writing this before you posted, then refreshed to see it? talk about coincidence.)

If you want help in translating it, you'd need to either learn elvish yourself, or hire someone who speaks it.