Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker's right hand, And be Forgiven.
The barrier shimmers out of existence as the last of flames die, leaving behind only a smudge of white ash where the body had lain. Myr grounds his staff and breathes out in a half-heard sigh. A moment of respectful silence is in order--time to commend the slave's soul to the Maker, to beg restitution for the man's death--and he lets it stretch out long before turning his face toward Kit.
There's an unasked question there--are you holding up?--should the dwarf happen to see it. "Are we taking the guard with us?" is what he asks aloud, that creeping feeling that they won't go unnoticed much longer settling once again on his shoulders.
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Rest at the Maker's right hand,
And be Forgiven.
The barrier shimmers out of existence as the last of flames die, leaving behind only a smudge of white ash where the body had lain. Myr grounds his staff and breathes out in a half-heard sigh. A moment of respectful silence is in order--time to commend the slave's soul to the Maker, to beg restitution for the man's death--and he lets it stretch out long before turning his face toward Kit.
There's an unasked question there--are you holding up?--should the dwarf happen to see it. "Are we taking the guard with us?" is what he asks aloud, that creeping feeling that they won't go unnoticed much longer settling once again on his shoulders.