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[PrivateNomad]

((Alright, then. Though if I recall, you only need a part of a body for resurrection.))

[Tawa]

((Raise dead is cheaper and seems to require the whole thing.))

[Nerjin]

Gwynovin fingers one of the four daggers she had taken from the enemy soldiers before placing it at her hip "So, your highness, where are we off to?"

[PrivateNomad]

_{"wherever we need to be..."}

[Nerjin]

"Well that's the issue. You see, we were hired to get you here and nothing else. So I think our business is done. But I think we have a common cause. You see, a recent employer of mine did something stupid and got himself killed in front of his daughter. From what I recall powerful clerics are able to revive the dead. How about the lot of us go see if we can't find one? It's bad form if our employers die under our watch. Even if they did bring it on themselves." Gwynovin said with a small smile. She certainly hoped that the group would be able to find a cleric powerful enough to raise the dead.

If she says yes: Search for cleric capable of raising the King back to... Being not dead. If no: Eh...

[Tawa]

"Well that's the issue. You see, we were hired to get you here and nothing else. So I think our business is done."

"If memory serves, we were supposed to get her to Iayar. Which we are now even further away from."

Shai'ven adjusts the king's body, slumped over his shoulder. He tries to gauge how heavy it is.

"Pr--er, my queen, it is your choice if you want your father again. If you so wish, we shall do all we can to reunite the two of you."

[Nerjin]

"You have no sense for the dramatic." Gwynovin sighed without losing her smile. Her pets simply didn't get it sometimes.

[Tawa]

"Gwynovin, now is not the time for drama."

[Nerjin]

"A King killed defending his daughter who now journeys with a Goddess and her allies in order to retrieve him from the jaws of death itself? Seems like the perfect time for dramatic flair. Bards would kill for a tale like this."

[Tawa]

"Oh, you know that all those stories have the dramatic parts inserted by the troubadours. We need to worry about how we're going to deal with our current situation, not what people in the future are going to think of us!"

"You're also leaving out the part where Anderson and I avenged the king."

[Nerjin]

"Well my followers will absolutely adore the tale... But yes I suppose you killing the man was a great thing as well."

[Tawa]

"...right. Sure. Anyway... Your Highness?"

[PrivateNomad]

She simply nods.

[Tawa]

"Right, then, I'm taking that as a yes. In that case, we need to find a way out of here."

Knowledge: How does one get out of Warp City?

Also, how heavy is the king's body? For load purposes?

[Sirus]

"I have a better idea. There is a kind of magical salve that will preserve a body for years at a time, long enough for us to find a cleric along with the money to pay for a resurrection. If we're really going to bother bringing the king back to life, we'll need enough time to get the job done right, and that means finding an apothecary."