The Crimson Cobblestones of Celia'nor(PK)

[Pepto 677]

The Lord-Paramount Glyndwr Glennmaer hauled the killer's corpse onto his infirmary's table. The useless would find use in death, even as a husk to house the inner-workings of sanitation-automata.

 

"You'd a quick tongue as well as a quick blade. Whether it was a true tongue remains to be seen...”

 

The Lord removed his gauntlets, so he might rid his infirmary of all the killer's body, barring the bones. The rest would feed the pyre this eve.

 

"Hired by the d... Deerar? Diararr?"

 

A grunt, as he found difficulty with a shoulder blade.

 

"I'm glad I waited so long to cave your noggin in, soldier."

[FOOB 86]

The missive crumpled in the hands of the black haired elfess. For a while, all she would do is stand motionless, processing.

 

"The world is a cruel cruel place...may the afterlife treat you kinder. Ahernal ito Sinner." The woman mumbled.

 

The sad melody of a bamboo flute carried out over the fjords and cliffs. A last ode to a respected teacher and friend.