0: Leaving Already?
After Corsica started to take care of Alicia, the construct didn’t know what to do. His mission was accomplished, maybe not the way he expected, and he had nothing in his planned future. The search for the necklace was a failure, Scamp coming back to his shoulder hooting in disappointment. The entire evening seemed like a failure for Sand. True, they had saved people, stopped the drow assault, but if they somehow managed to still get what they wanted, could it be called a success? Sand didn’t know.
Trying to feel useful, he asked Thorin where he would want the bodies to be disposed of, the harried dwarf curtly answering to do whatever he wanted to them, as long as they were not in the city anymore. Securing the two corpses on Clacker’s back, he used magic and his decanter to wash off the blood on the floor, transforming the blood soiled water into easily carried out blocks of ice.
This task done, he walked out of the inn, Clacker in tow, Scamp taking flight the moment he escaped the confine of the cave. Looking up at the looming mountain overhead for a moment, he spotted Andraste coming out of the smitty’s shop and waved at her. The palladin did come over and offered to help bury the body, after she could speak to Thorin. Sand nodded and waited for her to come back from the inn
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