Etoile heads home with Zeratuu in tow. While he does some research on what they encountered, she putters around in the kitchen, making food for them both.
((*roll* Etoile - Knowledge (Religion) 1d20 + 5 : 8 Nothing learned yet))
Tired from the day's events, Etoile can't focus well enough to find anything useful. He finds more information on ghosts and specters, but neither of these would explain what carved up Aloisturm. He'll be able to check further tomorrow, and perhaps the priests at the Cathedral would be able to help.
Meanwhile, Steven works until his eyes begin to get blurry. He's pleased with his progress, but knows he'll need sleep before he messes up something critical in his new gun's assembly. He takes the already completed parts with him, catches a late meal with Kal and turns in at the inn.
Kal spends several hours in prayers and contemplation before returning to the inn, where he shares a meal with Steven and goes to bed, troubled by the influence of his draconic ancestor.
Aloisturm works undisturbed in the forge, hammer rising and falling in steady rhythm. Making tools with such a wide selection available is no great feat, but engineering them to perfection takes time and care. Some tools require other tools to be created first to make the final result higher quality. Still, laboring through the night is no particular problem for the tireless construct.
The following morning, the sun dawns against a misty sky. Many who had known Das' wife and child turn out in their best clothing, and the bell of the cathedral tolls mournfully as Simon is finally buried and his grave is blessed to guide his spirit onward to the afterlife. Once the service is ended, the town guard seek out each member of the party to ask them to meet at the mayor's office at noon.
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