Re: Round 4 Round-up
Aarnr, fortunately, has no objections to her suggestion on dispensation of goods (calling it 'loot'? Never be so crass!), and Eilieen beams delightedly, clacking the butt of her spear on the floor in her pleasure. Finally, people are listening to her! Far better than the temple.
"- if we did the ceremony that way, people would enjoy singing together -"
"- but we don't need the money, and the people do -"
"- told you to get out of my bed three times, so it's your own fault you're bleeding -"
She hurries to assist with the sarcophagus.
"Poot," Eilieen mutters as the block pulverizes the remains of the mage. "I would have liked a ceremony or something..." While such might be appropriate, it's also true that Eilieen can hold a grudge, and a ceremony might have honked off whatever remained of the spectral creature in its afterlife.
The gleam of gold beckons, but the priestess hears poor Ozzy's trembling voice. Abandoning the treasure for the moment, she hurries to his side. "Oh, Ozzy. My apologies. I should have done this minutes ago!" Touching his shoulder, she calls upon the last of her fading strength. "Zadastha, bring forth the warmth within your infinite heart, and push the chill from this sufferer!"
A faint flare of light erupts about her hand; it quickly fades.
OOC - Cure Minor Wounds, all I have left. :(
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