Roa
Castle Town, A Grave Under The Well"Does it count when I raise my hands for you to see them?" Roa couldn't help but return the swordsman's smile, even as she hurried.
"So long as they are not grasping a sword, no it does not count, Mister wordsmith."Roa's hopes for the guard were almost immediately dashed, though even as her expression fell her magic continued. She could not save his life, but she could protect his spirit and ensure he received his Rites. Her hands clasped and head bowed, the Priestess whispered a prayer woven with magic for the slain Guardsman.
"Rest in peace, brave soul. Though you go to the Goddesses early, you will find yourself welcome." With her prayer complete, she gently moved the guard's lifeless body, laying him on his back, hands clasped over his middle in Eternal Repose.
His Rites and blessing complete, Roa slid herself back before standing slowly."
We will have to inform someone of his death. This is no place for the dead to rest." Casting her gaze about the room, her attention was grabbed by the click of a door's lock,
covered in blood.
"wait-" The door was opening and fear gripped her heart like a vice. A man lay dead at their feet and no one knew what lay beyond the door, what was she thinking? she reached out a hand, even as she reached deep into herself for magic.