Reassurance--even of that very grim kind--is thin on the ground right now and Myr will take what he can get. "Right," he sighs. "Better you've got experience with it. I'm going to hold a barrier over it," the sort she's likely well familiar with, "so we don't bring the whole place down in embers."
Not that a part of him doesn't want to, and badly, to erase the stain of what had happened here. But-- He tips his head toward Kit as his friend kneels down nearby, trying--failing--to keep his own pain from his face at the description of the corpse. "Likely tried to help the children--Maker see him safe across the Veil." A servant, maybe. Or simply an elf at the wrong place at the wrong time, because that's all it took to get one killed when shems and their awful business are involved.
Myr shakes his head to dispel the thought, sitting back on his heels and considering now that he's worked out the size of the barrier they'll need. It'll have to be stronger than he's used to casting, last long enough for a flashfire to run its course... His hands work through the shape of a spell; a summoned wisp flicks into being from the Fade, bringing with it a dim emerald light that washes the scene before them in sickly hues. "Hate to ask," he murmurs, "but see if he's got anything identifying on him."
There may not be anything. Undoubtedly the monsters responsible have covered their tracks; but there's no sense in helping them by destroying evidence sight unseen.
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Not that a part of him doesn't want to, and badly, to erase the stain of what had happened here. But-- He tips his head toward Kit as his friend kneels down nearby, trying--failing--to keep his own pain from his face at the description of the corpse. "Likely tried to help the children--Maker see him safe across the Veil." A servant, maybe. Or simply an elf at the wrong place at the wrong time, because that's all it took to get one killed when shems and their awful business are involved.
Myr shakes his head to dispel the thought, sitting back on his heels and considering now that he's worked out the size of the barrier they'll need. It'll have to be stronger than he's used to casting, last long enough for a flashfire to run its course... His hands work through the shape of a spell; a summoned wisp flicks into being from the Fade, bringing with it a dim emerald light that washes the scene before them in sickly hues. "Hate to ask," he murmurs, "but see if he's got anything identifying on him."
There may not be anything. Undoubtedly the monsters responsible have covered their tracks; but there's no sense in helping them by destroying evidence sight unseen.