Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180220112442

The dragon's piercing yellow eyes seemed hazy, but they weren't entirely clouded like those of the dead priests. Probably just a quick of dragon biology.

(Let's have a timeskip.)

About an hour later, everyone was in the kitchens eating the meal that Ash prepared with what they found in the pantry.

Rigmor devoured a chunk of goat meat like there was no tomorrow. He gave a piece of this furry companion, who seemed even more desperate as he ate the food.

--

Edhebor had been laid to rest in the mountainside outside the temple. Athyis thought it wrong to bury him inside an Atmoran temple so he had his Paladins dig a small grave outside the perimeter for him.

Rigmor had wanted to bury the Atmorans but it would've taken too much time so he rounded them up and laid them to rest in the Inner Sanctum, which he assumed was the holiest place in Ironside.

--

"We'll seperate the supplies among our packs and then set off back down the mountain." Athyis said after he finished eating his meal. "With any luck our cart will still be down at the base and we can use it to haul everything back to the ship more easily."

"Let's just hope Alesan and his crew haven't frozen to death out there." Rigmor said as a mild jest, though the joke hid a lair of worry.