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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Jun 10, 2021 12:54:15 GMT
"No, thank you Jax, I will take care of this but thank you." I lay out the body, wash it thoroughly and then look through his belongings for appropriate clothing.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 10, 2021 13:00:23 GMT
There is not much, only a few rough, homespun tunics. There is not much to choose amongst them, but he has one nice belt.
Jax, in the meanwhile, goes out to the Forum.
"Sentinel, Anak-Sa'ir," says Jax. "Vedius Tatian has drunk poison and has joined Valius Mar in the afterlife."
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Jun 10, 2021 13:06:04 GMT
I dress him and prepare him as best I may. I'm a little rusty as typically the acolytes handle this. There are a few tears for a life cut so short but then again I'm sure he is happy with Valius Mar at Alaxton's Table.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 10, 2021 13:14:20 GMT
/scene
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