As they recovered from the vicious onslaught of the fallen son, the party gathered in the church once more. With no more taste for morbid undertakings, Eiric produced the burgomaster’s remains once more and released them to the Morninglord cleric. With promises that the late mayor would be laid to rest between Ber E. D-alive and M.T. Graves, they headed back to the mansion with the road to Vallaki. Honu’s curiosity caught them all by surprise, except of course the tortle himself, and an impromptu visit to Mary’s house was paid. The woman was found mad with grief; for her daughter, sheltered her entire life, was gone without a trace.
No evidence of foul play was found by Seisha or Krill. The party committed to a watchful eye on the western road but could promise no more. Mary found what relief she could. Outside the quieted home, the party split once again. Cleric and tinkerer headed back to the tavern for another quick round of questions and maybe something a bit stronger, while the others headed off to pack up and prepare for their quest to find Ireena a safe haven.
With the finality of it all, the young new burgomaster decided to stay and serve his people; and as they rejoined at the doorstep of the dilapidated home, Hadrioul and Eiric shared their newfound knowledge – Mary’s daughter may have headed west. Their eyes trailed to the clouded horizon, and where the rising sun should be, the shadow of Stroud’s castle stood tall in the mist….
XP: 250
