(In a unrelated inn, somewhere in town)Jarsank snorts. "Between you and me, I sometimes wish all these Death Gods weren't so strict about people passing on. Sure, Undead are usually nothing but trouble, but sometimes life ain't long enough to finish what you started. Wouldn't be surprised if half these rumors about ghost pirates were just sailors who didn't want to stop sailing when they went down with the ship." With a look over Aval's coin purse and cloths, he adds to his statement; "I'd think someone from your walk of life would understand the sentiment, given how often the lot brag about their line going back so long."
"Hmm... That could be interesting. I haven't met a high priest of Kelemevor before, let alone worked for one. I'll go have a look. Maybe even do this quest of his." Says Aval. He gathers his things, and sets off to the graveyard, owl on his shoulder.
(In a unrelated inn, somewhere in town)Jarsank snorts. "Between you and me, I sometimes wish all these Death Gods weren't so strict about people passing on. Sure, Undead are usually nothing but trouble, but sometimes life ain't long enough to finish what you started. Wouldn't be surprised if half these rumors about ghost pirates were just sailors who didn't want to stop sailing when they went down with the ship." With a look over Aval's coin purse and cloths, he adds to his statement; "I'd think someone from your walk of life would understand the sentiment, given how often the lot brag about their line going back so long."
"Hmm... That could be interesting. I haven't met a high priest of Kelemevor before, let alone worked for one. I'll go have a look. Maybe even do this quest of his." Says Aval. He gathers his things, and sets off to the graveyard, owl on his shoulder.
"Do you really think goats are going to tell us anything useful?"