Once the pyre finally finished burning, Tibor turned away and rejoined the group. Zinlynn would need time, no doubt, to process what had just happened. Being a servant of Kelemvor, the cleric was used to the sight of grief. To her, his only response was a solemn nod, as acceptance of whatever blame she cared to lay on his shoulders.
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De warrior is right," he said, addressing the group, but looking at Nethruel. "
Dese horses were dead well before Tibor's story began. De man who own dem, Gundren, he not here. If de had been close by when de fightin' happened, we would had heard de horses panic. No, dis here was an ambush. Tibor's story may make it hard to hear, but not so loud uttahs could not hear. Like de tiefling say, maybe if someone had not had dier eyes in a book, we woulda seen dem comin' dat much sooner."
Before the tiefling could add to his comment, Tibor would turn to him, pointing at his face with the end of his staff. "
Not dat he de only one needs to learn a lesson. Dat gold goes to de party. Tibor take only alms for de church, ta pay funeral costs to Kelemvor. A little coin weigh well on de scales, an a warrior dat die in battle deserve the extra weight. De rest, it get split even. Understood?"
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Batiri not likely ta talk to us. But, dey are too stupid to hide deir tracks, and Gundren was a big mon. Tibor gonna go search de wreckage, see if he can't find sum tracks." With that, he did as he said, once more breaking away from the group. In Chult, goblins-there called batiri-rarely left tracks deep enough to follow, and were innately talented at hiding. However, that was natural to their species, and not an active effort to make it harder to follow them. So often, when they took captives, they did not think to hide the trail the body left as they dragged it. The large tortle hoped these odd main-land batiri were the same, as he began examining the area around the horses for signs of a struggle and a body being taken away.
(Survival roll to search for tracks:
12)