Re: And then there was one...
"Norion's right," Rath mutters. "About the fire, I mean." It's not the first time Rath has warned his companions about the challenges of burning bodies properly. He looks to Eagle, squinting. "Can you? Burn an adequate pyre, with your magic?"
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Rath makes sure to hold the trinkets and wedding rings aside -- all those potential identifiers of the lost townsfolk and villagers -- not quite sure what he intends to do with them.
At a rest period, Rath examines the collection, but he's thinking about Monvo and Bruno, and he talks about the arrangements with Ben, Saliq, and Inas. "Bruno's got no family, none that he ever talked about. Well, he never talked about anything, of course, but I understand he's got no one. Died with Monvo the closest thing to a brother. Deserved better. Not that anything in this world is about what we deserve."
He pauses, scratching his neck. "Monvo's folks live in Stormhaven, leastwise they did up to a few years back. They won't be mournful. His Papa mourned that loss a long, long time ago, and his Mama would probably kill him herself is she saw him again. Still, they should know." Resolved to an unpleasant task -- worse, maybe, than the sorting of the dead they were doing now -- Rath hesitantly adds, "I should be the one to tell them."
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Rath stands and stretches, works himself up to a new task, feeling self-conscious and out of place. He takes the token of Pelor, the one he wears on strings around his neck almost all the time, and handles it roughly in both hands. "I don't know the formal rites. Don't know the words to say to put these spirits to peace. But I do think that nothing I say is going to bring a God to do anything He wasn't going to do already, and I got to think that He'll light their way to someplace warm and restful. Someplace not so hard as this one." Still clutching that sun-symbol, Rath walks among the dead. "I'm not the one to bless you," he tells them apologetically. "But be blessed. Lay quiet and be blessed, if you can. Pelor light your way."
Finally, he sits, off by himself for some long moments, and pulls the amulet from around his neck and shoves it deep into his rucksack. After that long quiet, he hisses, "Damn You." It's not Rath's first blasphemy, but it may be his shortest, and his most sincere.