[pnpgm] Update #150 – Raddok

[Bessie Hadley]

Seeing the vily leave, Raddok calls to Z’leyra “We need healing here! The King is badly wounded & his guard is also hurt. I only know basic first aid.” After Z’leyra, or someone comes to help, Raddok will go examine the ash piles, especially when Z’leyra tells him of Mournath’s loss. Raddok stands over the ash, slowly being scattered by the breeze, seeing only the navigator’s armor & gear remaining to identify a friend who helped teach him the new skill of sailing. He sadly remembers the hours they worked and shared tales together, and the occasional joke. He quickly brushes a tear or two from his face, and turns to see what he can do to help the party get ready to leave, if that is what they are doing. He will ask Dorhak their plans, if the dwarf does not tell everybody first.

He also asks, somewhat shyly, if he can have something of Mournath’s to remember him by – it doesn’t matter what. Raddok is about Mournath’s height, but broader in build, so it seems unlikely the armor would fit, although the boots might. But he feels that, as he has received a couple of magical gifts already on this journey, he will not ask for more, and will accept any item the group, or Dorhak, decides he may have. He will not accept the spear, since he lacks that skill, unless no one else wants it. But such an item has value & it might provide funds for the group, if needed. He shakes off his maundering, and returns to whatever duties he’s assigned, but does ask about burial for Mournath.

He finds himself pleased to see that their new, strange-looking companions seem to be fine. They must have fought well. He had been unable to really see anything with that smoky cloud in the way most of the time. He sends them a casual salute, although he cannot as yet smile, as he returns to his duties after leaving Mournath's body, such as it is.

Part of his getting ready to leave will include cleaning of his weapons & armor, as much as he’s allowed the time. He feels a hole at his side, leaving Mournath behind.

Bess L. Hadley