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Brendon
Brendon smiled and was glad that the old sage accepted the gifts in the good-faith payment that he owed the old guy. He accepted the curious potion that was offered and sipped at it. Strangely enough, it reminded him of Peach Brandy, but warmer. It totally removed the ickiness that the underforums had left impressed on his mind. Now he felt as well as ever. Not wanting to fall into greed, Brendon carried it around, first to Anarrima, who sipped her fill, then to Ruby, then to Saithele who had not yet awoken from his slumber.
That is when he discovered the party's latest casualty.
He turned to Anarrima, voice a tad shakey.
"What are the proper methods of care taken when an elf dies?"
Anarrima just sat there for a moment, allowing the brew to wash away the long cold from her bones. Still, it did not lift her spirits from the passing of Saithele.
"We return his body to the nearest forest."
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