Daregim nodded at the Archbishop, and although he was a bit reluctant to do so, he reached into his coat of mail and leather to pull out the sapphire from the inside of it. He had to reach deep inside to the wool pocket, and a few pieces of lint would fall to the ground as he did so. He held out the bundled sapphire to Archbishop Edward. With the other hand, he unraveled the cloth to reveal the sapphire. "Archbishop, he...He told me to keep it safe. I don't know for what purpose. Maybe it's some sort of a family heirloom? Maybe we can track his family down. See if they know anything about it. We should also alert them of this man's passing." Daregim looked to the man once more. "I can't say I have the funds for his funeral without losing what little I have from my retirement fund." The Dwarf nodded, "Could chop wood for it all." Daregim uttered a few more words about the man needing a proper burial, or contacting the family at least. He wasn't too sure of what else to talk about. A man had just died, and this was all he could muster. With a bit of a cough into his fist, he uttered, "May he rest in peace." Rather than acting like a complete and utter cheapskate, he thought of how he could contribute to the funeral in some way. Flowers? A wreath? Weren't funerals usually fancy and expensive? How could he possibly help?