Ephkabey

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Epiphany

While at the Strumpet, Serpe gets himself a beverage and visits with Othar and Cella, "My apologies for missing my tithe this morning...my group was in a bit of a hurry to get out to the Moors and we had some tasks to tend to. Hopefully you both, and perhaps even St. Ygg, will forgive me. Tomorrow is a new day and a new opportunity to make up for past transgressions, I suppose." Looking thoughtfully at the bubbles in the head of his ale, the cleric snaps back to reality. "I'm sorry to report that we came across creatures feasting on a poor adventurer while out in the field this morning. It's a shame what happened to him and it looked like his colleagues left him to his fate. We, ourselves, were lucky we escaped unharmed...but I couldn't just leave the fellow's mortal vessel there to bleach in the sun, or even return in undeath...if the rumors are to be believed. Is there perhaps a final resting place for him you'd be able to offer?" When their conversation is concluded, Serpe tips his mug with a smile to the two other clergy, "I look forward to seeing you both in the morning for prayer."

Decay

I think the logic for visiting him at night tracks, with the observatory and all.

Kaiser

Snuffing out his lit torch and then pulling his blanket out of his backpack, Serpe moves to the grisly task of gathering the victim's scattered remains, muttering a few prayers as he gathers each piece. "Many thanks for the warning about those things, Tamson. That could have easily been any of us laying about in pieces, I suppose. As you say Cyrus, heroes or not, we're all going to taste the same to a giant scorpion." He puts the wrapped blanket in the back of the cart. "Perhaps Othar can offer a resting place for this poor person."

My interpretation was that we were prioritizing mound 10 to try to stay away from the bronze door and Bertrand.

Keeping his staff at the ready as they approach the corpse to investigate, "At the very least, we should take the poor soul back to town for a proper burial."

Savage

"My aim isn't anything to write home about...but a flame, I can handle. I've got you covered, Dougal." Pulling out a torch and working to light it, Serpe prepares himself for the signal to begin the group's assault.

Galapagos

Serpe looks a the sign in disappointment, "If he's asked to be left alone, we should honor that request. The man may be available later or perhaps we can find someone to assist us in another town later on. We should head to the moors regardless, as we're wasting daylight."

Serpe can cover the rest.

"Aye, a toast." Serpe raises his mug in Zaivie's direction. "You cracked that first mound today better than I ever could. Here's to you Zaivie." He also nods along in agreement with Tharnakalian, "It would be wise to take note of the competition. I'm interested in what's behind that metal door Dougal heard those others trying to get into. It sounds very different from what we've run into so far." "Perhaps a visit to Mr. Magnificent is warranted if we can find out where he resides. He may be a studied scholar who can answer some of our looming questions."