There was a man standing just outside the Waking Sands when i arrived. I slowly approached and introduced myself. Taking notice of something off the side and somewhat out of sight. I wasn't sure what it was but had a good idea?
I mentioned that the church had sent me and that i was tasked with gathering the fallen. We talked a little longer and he had mentioned something about the inside. I didn't quite catch it and thats okay. Trying to play it casually and happy I didn't have to go back inside.
He showed me were my friends had been placed and informed me a wagaon would be waiting for me near the entrence. I just noded, not wanting to say much and to just be done with the task at hand. I gathered my strength and went about my task with reverence and resepct. Taking care with each of them.
Once they were all loaded on the wagon i headed back to the church, only stopping at a smol tavern along the way. So much had happened and i hadn't made time to document my travels or feelings on what had taken place up til now.
By the time i arrived back at the church, Iliud had already taken care of everything. Noting my state and once again doing what he could to comfort me. All i could do was give him a big hug and thank him.
The others would be taken care of by the church, but there was a question about what to do with Noraxia? I'm not sure? I said softly and unsure of Sylph rituals. We started talking and after a short period, diecided Little Solace was the only place. The Sylphs were torn by what happened, but glad I had returned Noraxia to them.
I found a quiet coner in the church after returning Noraxia and at the request of Iliud, while they took care of the rest. It felt good sitting there i wont lie. I don't even know how much time passed? I sat there in quiet contemplation, remembering my friends and wondering here and there how i was going to honor them outside of writing about them in my silly little journal?
Lucky occasssionally give me nuzzles, letting me know things would be alright. I couldn't help smiling and giggling here and there as he did. It tickled sometimes. Suddenly my bow feel and it dawned on me that i was a level 40 something Bard. Face palm. Silly Ashie! I muttered to myself as i opened my journal and started to scribble a ballad.
Until next time, stay safe travellers 🧡
Ashie Treabault