Mal starts looking through the papers, trying to find direct evidence now that the stakes have just gotten higher. 

Khutulun will assist Mal as best she can.

(I missed that in the original description, thanks for the reminder!)

Mal opens the strongboxes again, looking for paperwork, and re-discovers the severed jaw. "Oh, we also found this - it looks like a trophy, no?" 

"The poor man was missing his jaw when his body was discovered" Jupp will speak up from just watching the happenings wincing a little as he does.

Kiwa went even paler when Mal brandished half her fathers face and then collapsed to her knees.  She let out a long breath and began weeping into her chest her arms folded around her head.

" Yes.......that will certainly be enough for Isow and any of my people."

" Thankyou."

" Khutulun, can you bring them the rest of their money?"

Khutulun weakly stands and nods to Kiwa.

"As you wish mistress."

She (I assume she knows where it is) heads off slowly to get the money.

"Your money would provide me little comfort, please keep it. I would sleep better at night knowing it would go to someone less fortunate," says Cinta who has stopped rubbing the oils into her sore.

Krikoris gives a polite bow, "As noble as my associate's gesture is, I'm afraid I could rather use the coin. I'm still new in this land and didn't have much when I... left. If you have need of us again, please do not hesitate to search me out."

"All I ask is, if ever my people come looking for me, tell them I went the opposite way," bows Cinta, still airing her sore.

Mal quickly adopts a more considerate stance, realizing the impact it's having on Kiwa. "I'm - I'm very sorry for your loss, po. Would we be able to sleep here tonight? I feel a little weak in the knees, and could use the rest, to be honest." 

Khutulun returned with a lockbox containing 200 silver coins and placed it open upon the ground.

Kiwa smiled at Mal, " Of course, you may all stay here tonight.  We do not have much in the way of healing but a good rest does wonders for aches and pains."

She looked at Cinta with a strange expression caught between anger, sadness and.....contentment?

" If any Honoured Ones come asking for you we will simply say nothing......though as my friend and yourself are the only two I have spoken with in my lifetime, I do not think it likely."

" I will take my fathers body......all of it......to the Shrine in the morning, they are not our folk but they have gifts from the Ancestors and Gods that will confirm our story for any that still wonder."

She took the papers from Mal and looked through them, her frown deepening as she did.....she looked towards Khutulun, " Have I been wrong? It seems that Seto and his folk were doing more for our people than Father or myself ever did.....", she grew quiet and moved away to read through any of the material she is handed.

Krikoris nods tiredly and looks to Khutulun, "Where can we bed down for the evening?"

Khutulun frowns at Kiwa. "Mistress, he was aiding the people, but using that aide to help his own purposes by sowing discontent and hate. Using it to buy power. In the end he still murdered to sustain what he had gained. It would not matter if he murdered your father or someone else. In the end he is a murderer, nothing more, nothing less regardless of what his intent once was."

"But maybe, once when his intent was pure and all he wished to do was aide his people, he did some good. Those documents tell that story, his journey, which could be more important to the survival of this village and your path forwards, than his ending."

Khutulun will show those who are staying to a place to sleep.

Kiwa nodded to Khutulun, " We shall see."

" Will you accompany me to the Shrine tomorrow, my friend? The others as well if they wish."

" Unless you all have more pressing matters to attend to?"

She nodded to them all and retired for the evening.

Khutulun showed the rest to the guest quarters where a half dozen cots with clean white linen had been set up, each with a scented wash basin and a guling.

Khutulun nodes "Yes I will come to the Shrine, it would be an honour."

Cinta slowly and methodically cleans her prosthetic before reapplying the cotton pad.

"Do you think someone will try their 'luck' at the shrine, tomorrow?" asks Cinta to the rest of the group.

"It's possible," Mal yawns. "Seto might have some dedicated followers trying to avenge him if he was popular. We should be ready." 

Krikoris turns to Khutulun as she leads the way to where they can bed down, "What's this about a shrine?"

Cinta finishes cleaning her prosthetic to the highest of standards, tests to see if it still works and then begins to oil and sharpen her halberd. The food, she leaves to last. A reward for good maintenance.

Jupp will sit down and clean his weapon before turning in for the evening as he regards the thought of entering a temple of another god. "I will pay my respects but I come to guard incase of retaliation"