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The Massive congregation stood on the side of the Lake Lovalus. Faith's memorial in Rharne had attracted attention from key people in Idalos, whose lives were touched in one way or another by Faith Augustin. Whether her family attended was an open question, although the door was open to them. Otherwise, this memorial was meant to catch up to the one held last Cycle by Scalvoris, and a chance for those who weren't quite willing to make the trip to a place as remote as Scalvoris to pay their respects.

Speeches commenced, heartfelt accounts of Faith's actions. The defeat of Deabrutoa and salvation of the King of Quacia garnered some gasps and turned heads, as King Arkenstone himself deigned to travel as far as Lovalus to pay respects to his savior. He told the tale as only one who experienced it could, paying homage to the four heroes who stood against the evil that had infested the Undercrofts of Quacia.

Next, the leaders of the Order of the Adunih, the regional leaders from Desnind, Scalvoris, Ne'haer, and other locales stood to give their respcets, and add their offerings to the barge that would represent Faith's return to the waters of Lovalus.

Several others attended, of course most of the Councilors of Rharne were there. The Matriarch of the Thunder Priestesses, the commanders of the Lightning Knights, Iaren herself, and even Carter Frask was there, shifting his glances to and fro looking for signs of trouble in the crowd. Carter Frask pointedly crossed his arms at the appearance of King Arkenstone's involvement, but kept a respectful distance the rest of the time from the royal.

FInally, it was time after all had left their memorabilia or notes or well-wishes on the barge, along with trinkets or gifts that reminded them of the departed. The barge was pushed out by a throng of Thunder Priests, directed by the Matriarch herself.

With a bow in hand, she lit it with a spark of lightning, and once the barge was a comfortable distance into the water, put it to light. Thus after, it began sinking, drowning the notes and treasures that people had heaped onto Faiths' remembrance barge.

But then, something remarkable and unexpected perhaps began to happen. As the barge sank, afterward, a host of frogs began croaking from the depths. At first the crowd could be forgiven for thinking it was bullfrogs, but then, they saw they were much larger, the size of human beings in fact. With large bulging amphibian eyes, and colorful features. They emerged with the treasures left for Faith's remembrance, collecting the trinkets.

Soon enough, they were coming ashore, swimming. None of them made any aggressive moves toward the mourners, yet there was a sense of tension about the air, as the crowd was not quite sure what to make of these alien beings, or their intrusion on this ceremony.

The frog folk stood off to the shore, seeming to consider the mourners, before one of them came forward. They said simply, in good common speech, "I am Bran Tiller. We have come to remember Faith, who was among the people who freed our folk. in Changeling's Boneyard."

There was a moment of silence, as none of the mourners made a move to interact with these alien and unknown beings, who appeared so suddenly in such numbers.
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Vivian was present at the memorial, but had stayed off to the side of it. Faith had been her best friend and her loss still hurt. Between that and the death and revival of one of her daughters and the injury of the other, she was feeling much more withdrawn that was usual and had stated to any who had asked that she had no plans to make any speeches at the memorial. There were others who could tell of any adventures that she had shared with Faith, should they choose to do so, and she was in no fit mood for speeches at the moment. She did, mostly out of habit, watch the crowd for trouble and she smirked slightly at Carter's reaction to Arkenstone's presence. She didn't know what his issue with the man was, but she hadn't exactly been impressed with Arkenstone during the summit, though she admitted that she was rather heavily biased against royalty these days.

She hadn't had much to put on the barge, simply a note that she had written to her friend, one that she had declined to discuss with anyone who had asked thus far. Faith and Vivian's friendship had been forged out of very private and open moments between the two, quite a few of which involved things that Vivian wasn't exactly comfortable telling people about in public. When the barge had gone out into the lake, Vivian had assumed that was the end of the ceremony, and had turned to leave, not wanting to speak to anyone. The croaking of the frogs drew her attention back to the lake, however, and she watched as the frogs emerged, carrying the treasures that they had just sunk.

She recognized them, of course. Not any individual members, they hadn't exactly spent enough time around them for her to get to know any of them personally, but Vivian had been part of the expedition that the head frog, Bran, spoke of. After a moments pause in surprise, Vivian stepped forward and nodded her head to Bran. "It's been some time since the Boneyard. I'd wondered if you and your people had yet found another place to call home." she said, her voice calm. "You'll have to forgive us our surprise, most of the people here haven't seen you before. I hadn't expected you would have heard of Faith's passing yet or I would have prepared them." she said, before smiling slightly. "You are, of course, welcome to join us. It is a public mourning, after all." she said, that last as much for anyone who might protest the presence of the frogs as for the frogs themselves.
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The remembrance that keeps on remembering!
Winston was retuning from his most recent update with
Alex
. Most updates were performed using the
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of course, but it was important and (to be frank) just plain nice to actually see and shake the hand of a person once in a while.

Angela
was wearing a bright dress, at the pressing behest of Winston himself. He to was wearing bright and cheerful colours and had a strong smile upon his face. It was a lovely trial and not once in the short time that he knew Faith, did she strike him as the kind of person that would want anything but light in people hearts.

When Faith had passed, she had left him a great many things, a gesture that still caused him some considerable thought. Among these things were her recipe for Ice Cream that did not melt even when warm, Calley's Resturant and Isonomia... The idea that he was, or might be, the representative for a much larger cause now had still not been something he had fully embraced. Despite Alex's protests and any suggestion to the contrary, he had wanted to avoided doing anything but be himself for the event, but something tugged at him to do more. It occurred to him that Faith would probably not choose this big thing for herself... But if she were here and it was happening anyway, she'd almost certainly attempt to make the most of it.

He had arranged with Caley's to source enough of the Ice Cream to allow people to have some in remembrance of Faith. Winston had helped produce it and Chest was currently providing as back-up storage for when/if they ran out. This was free... Well, it was bait. Certainly anyone that wanted it could have some, along with a little reminder that any donations to Isonomia in memory of Faith's work would be greatly appreciated.

The only thing he had actually offered to the boat itself when the time had come was his thanks. He was fairly confident Faith would not see the sense in throwing anything of actual value or use into a barge destined for destruction and so he did not do that.
Chest
sidled up and parked beside the place where the offerings were being made.

Instead, while it might be tactless... Inappropriate... Or even just very uncouth to try to profit off of people's sorrow, if anyone could profit off of Faith's memory, surely it could be, well, Faith's memory? This was a fact Winston would brandish without shame to anyone that asked, but always with a smile and enormous respect if challenged on the behavior. As he turned from the boat, he took a moment to gesture towards Chest, which sat, motionless and open, revealing just a simple empty interior, as one might expect of any chest.

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Projecting as best he could, he spoke to the crowed and for the first time he could remember, he did his best to speak as clearly as possible. "My name es Winston and I now represent Isonomia. No one is EXPECTED tuh give. But ef anyone wishes tuh. If yuh can spare a little tuh honor her memory. Please place et in Chest and Isonomia, which very much lives on, will make share that these things go to do good in her name and the names af everyone else involved." With that, he stood by Chest and, based on the apparent wealth of the visitor to the boat, would turn up or down the 'puppy-dog/ferret' eyes in order to rob them of their riches, so he could later give it to the poor. He had no interests in guilt-tripping people that could not easily afford it, or robbing people of their good-byes to someone that might have been a fiend, but all were welcomed, though some more than others, to spare anything they wished to donate.

Later, as he was watching the boat float off into the lake, everyone seemed to be there. The Order of Adunih had a presence, to which he would say hello, before moving to be with the other citizens of Idalos around the shore and handing out the occasional small pot of Faith's Ice Cream and taking any donations that he could cox out of people he felt could probably spare it.

"She really WAS very well known, wasn't she?" Asked Angela as she looked over the crowed, near and far. "And are you REALLY sure she'd be OK with this?" She whispered a little more discretely.

He nodded with a chirpy grin. "Yup. An' me very much dobt she wud 'ave liked tuh see soh moch fuss ova jost one persan... Especially ef dat persan wus 'er... She'd nat have forbade et eitha. An' anyway... She's nat 'ere tuh stap meh, soooooohhhh..." He observed as the barge sank.

"Well, whether she would want it or not, I think the peopled needed... Frogs?" Angela took a confused step backwards, placing a hand on Winston for reassurance.

"Don't worry..." He said to the girl, reassuringly. As he spotted that they were carrying Faith's gifts and trinkets, he smiled.

"Odd lot for pirates..." Offered
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from beside him.

The ferret replied telepathically with a chuckled. "It's nat stealin' ef we threw et away, Joe."

Vivian was the first to step forward and stand witness for Bran's claim. Not that Winston was the kind to suspect they were not telling the truth anyway, it would almost certainly help other with their nerves. He didn't know Vivian but for some chance meetings, that were, on the whole, brief, but for whatever it was worth, once she had finished, the ferret hopped down and stepped forward towards the closest frog-person with a bight and joy-filled smile. "Et's a plesha tuh meetcha! Me name's Winstaan.
Wud yuh like some af Faith's amazin' Ice Cream?
Me es takin' donashuns far Isonomia ef yuh feel soh inclined... En remeberance... afcars."
He pored charm and friendliness into the offer and Chest would produce said ice-cream if they so desired.
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I noticed in the write-up that the frog people require their food to have magical energies in them to get nutrition. Wisnton does not KNOW this, of course, however his food usually contains ephemera due to his
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Tristan was present at the memorial as well. There had been no question as to whether he would attend. Once upon a time, he had loved Faith. She had been his first love, but he had realized his feelings for her far too late, when she had already fallen in love with another man. Over the course of time, his love for her had turned into a deep kind of friendship, and he had been grateful for the fact that she was a part of his life. Once upon a time, she had been his slave. She had taught him that everyone deserved to be free.

He had already thought that he had lost her once. One trial, back when he had still been living in Rynmere, Syroa had entered his house, disguised as Faith, with a newborn baby in her arms. She had given him their Mortalborn daughter and pretended to die in his arms afterwards. He already knew what losing Faith felt like – and due to Vri’s Blessing he would always remember – but that didn’t make this death any less painful. If anything, it was more painful because he knew that she wouldn’t be coming back this time. This was it.

The young man was dressed appropriately for the occasion, in a dark suit. His black nails marked him as an Adored of Vri. He had officiated his patron Immortal’s wedding once, but this time, he stayed back, lost in his memories, although the expression on his face remained calm, and his hands were folded, as if the pain were manageable somehow. He was no leader – although he hoped to give his people a new home one trial – and no high-ranking academic. He looked at all the famous and powerful people that were attending though, silently wondering what Faith would have thought – unless she could see this somehow?

He didn’t hold a speech, although he could have held a speech that rivalled the best of them. He didn’t feel like drawing attention to himself at the moment, and he didn’t want to speak of slavery, although Faith had never given him any indication that she had been mad at him because he had owned her.

He simply listened to the others, nodding respectfully whenever someone that he knew passed him by. He did place a cream-colored envelope on the barge though. It contained a short message, a letter that talked about how much she had meant to him, how much she still meant to him. It was meant for her and for her alone, wherever she was now.

As he stepped back from the barge, he quietly said, “Thank you for everything, Faith.”

The somber expression on his face momentarily made way to a grin when he saw his friend Winston and Chest. He loved the cadouri’s little speech. The addition of ‘puppy-dog/ferret’ eyes would have been unnecessary. Tristan gladly donated an entire onyx nel. As he did so, he apologized, not fully realizing that an onyx nel was a huge amount of money, “I’m sorry that I can’t give more right now. I only carry a limited amount of money with me when I'm outside my home. Please also let me know if there is any other way I can support Isonomia.”

With that, he stepped back. He fully expected an Immortal or two – or a whole dozen – to show up now – Faith had been that great – but the beings that he could see, swimming ashore, definitely weren’t Immortals, unless several new ones had been created since the Ascension. They looked like frogs, and they could talk. The existence of frog folk didn’t surprise or shock Tristan – he had met the cat people of the Misty Miasma once upon a time, and he was quite familiar with cadouri by now – but he couldn’t help but wonder what Changeling’s Boneyard was.

As Vivian stepped forward to greet Bran and confirmed his story, he joined her, hoping that his being a Blessed of Vri, the Immortal of Death, and his relative fame would discourage any who might have ill intentions. “I’m Tristan. Faith was a dear friend who had a great impact on my life. I would very much like to hear more about what she did for you, but for now I can only echo Vivian’s words. Please join us. This trial, we are all united in mourning”, he spoke in a gentle tone of voiceSocialization Capstone: Gentle Persuasion: When engaging in normal conversations or negotiations Tristan tends to be polite, charming and friendly and stays calm which makes people feel like he is someone they can rely on and trust.

This causes even the most stubborn people to consider his point of view. If they end up disagreeing with him, they are unlikely to be mad at him.

So long as nobody engages in hostile activities or a fight against the other party, he can get them to listen to him for as long as he's willing to speak.

This applies to NPCs, but I hope that PCs will consider it in their interactions with Tristan.
. Bran and the rest of the frog folk would find his manners impeccableEtiquette Capstone: Impeccable Manners: Someone who has mastered the Etiquette skill possesses an extensive knowledge of the societal expectations and norms for most cultures and can smoothly fit in with most situations.

Tristan has moved beyond that.

He is so intricately familiar with social norms and expectations that he even manages to fit in with groups and cultures that he has not encountered yet or that he has had very little contact with so far, with cultures that may not even be native to the world of Idalos, predict what is expected of him and behave in a manner that they consider to be appropriate which ultimately makes it more likely for them to accept him and be favorably inclined towards him.

This includes the cat people that he briefly met in the Misty Miasma once upon a time, goblins and similar beings, but also undiscovered tribes and cultures, for example - or otherworldy beings, such as Emeyans.
, as if he were intricately familiar with their culture. In addition to giving them a good impression of the human race, apart from Faith, it would hopefully make them feel more welcome in this strange land.
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It was perhaps little more than happenstance and timing, of the saddest sort, that enabled Eliza to be here, on this brightening, to attend the memorial. Just a few arcs ago, she'd happily lived and worked out of her own little gallery in Caervalle Town, at the edge of the Ywyngyll Forest. Since then she'd resided in Scalvoris, but had been traveling when the memorial there had taken place.

This day provided her with an opportunity to pay her respects, and to bid farewell to a woman that she hadn't known as well as some others in attendance, and not nearly as well as she'd have liked to. Eliza was no stranger to loss. As the mortalborn daughter of Ymiden and one that had aged less quickly than most, she'd experienced close to two and a half centuries of it by now. Once, she'd thought that with time, with so many loved ones coming into and out of her life, she might become numb to the inevitability of loss. She'd been wrong. It hadn't, and each one stung just as the last had done.

Her acquaintance with Faith had been brief. But the woman's generosity, her unassuming ways and her kindness to stranger's had left an impression. Eliza grieved for her children as well. She had no memories of her own mother. There was only a necklace containing a lock of her golden blond hair to remember her by. And perhaps she'd inherited her mother's sweet voice and love of song, though very little else by all accounts.

She'd come quietly, trailed by a gentle giant of a wolfhound named Darwin; her ever present, watchful protector, but had urged him to lie down outside the edge of the gathering where he could watch but not be intrusive on the solemn affair. She'd had no such luck when it came to trying to convince Eberhardt to remain behind with him. The tiny, pocket sized primate had insisted on remaining with her throughout, and being allowed to pay her respects as well.

There'd be others with much to say. But Eliza wasn't much for public speeches. She'd pay her respects and bid her farewells more quietly, as she left behind a small token on the memorial barge. While waiting for a time to approach on her own, the little cadouri caught Eliza's attention and she smiled warmly as he introduced himself and solicited a donation. "My name is Eliza. I'm pleased to meet you," she said. She needn't have bothered attempting to dip into the velvet coin pouch secured at her waist. Eberhardt had beaten her to it, had undone the ties, extracted a week's worth of Eliza's own wages, dropping them into the box with a wide toothy grin.

When the moment came, Eliza approached the barge on her own and spoke quietly. "There are so many others here who've known you much better. But I will forever remember the time that we met in the Ywyngyll Forest, and how quickly and kindly you offered to help a pair of strangers. Ser Wolfert wanted to be here today as well, to pay his respects and to personally thank you," she added, bringing to mind her old friend and neighbor, who Faith had acted on behalf of in order to allow him, and his long lost baby daughter to speak across the divide between life and death, giving each of them the closure necessary to finally move on in peace.

"He told me to say to you that he's never forgotten, and to remind you how grateful he was, and is. And though I'd prefer no more goodbyes any time soon," Eliza added sadly as she thought of the old man who was growing more frail by the day, "he says that when the time comes, he looks forward to seeing you again." In parting, Eliza pulled from the pocket of her light cloak, a silken handkerchief that she'd painted by hand, and laid it gently among the other offerings. "Violets. So that you go on your way, you are reminded of all those who've loved and admired you. An assurance of a life very well lived."

She'd walked away silently, lost in her own reverie, so that when of all things the frogs emerged from the water and approached the beach, it was Eberhardt that noticed them first. The little primate was at all attached to any notions of subtlety and what might have been called the social graces were beyond her understanding and temperament. Much less a clear understanding of who was in charge here. "Look! " Eberhardt exclaimed loudly, stretching up on her hind legs from her spot on Eliza's shoulder, and pointing in the water's direction. "Hi! Come ashore. Join us!" she added before Eliza could manage to shush her. Her own cheeks aflame with embarrassment, but helpless to explain her little primate friend to others besides herself who'd have heard, not intelligible words so much as what might be called monkey chatter. So instead, as for herself she smiled, nodded as they came closer to shore, and offered a simpler greeting of hello.
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Bran approached Vivian as she was the first to speak to the host of newly emerging Igelak. Bran himself bore none of the treasures poached from Faith's funeral barge, but plucked a piece of long grass from the ground, and stuck it between his lips, chewing on it. As he did so, those close by would note that a few florets and flowers began sprouting from the weed, at the other end as he chewed the stem. Those with spiritual sensitivities would note that it was due to some transfer of ephemera that caused the sudden burst of life from the plucked weed.

Bran bowed his head lightly toward Vivian, "Many of us are second generation, a generation removed from those events. But we learned of them well, and will remember for a long time, as long as the story is shared among my kind from Zigloa to Berriakoa. From parent to child. But I do remember the events well. And would be happy to share with anyone wishing to listen to the tale of our salvation."

"But for now, these treasures you laden the vessel with... It seems a waste to send them to the bottom of a lake, where fish have little use for them." Bran signalled to the others, then toward Winston's Chest. "Let us make use of them then."

So having been recommended to the Chest donation, the Igelak approached Chest, and began apologising as they poured the material treasures that had been left on the barge. Notes and other things that were easily degraded by water were left alone, largely, allowed to sink where they would hopefully find their way to Faith, wherever she was.

"Apologies for not announcing our arrival. We only learned through one of the divine ones. Ymiden was his name?"

As the name was uttered by Bran, with no shortage of reverence from the Igelak, Eliza would feel a familiar presence, as Ymiden had come to pay his respects as well to his follower, Faith. He stood beside Eliza, suddenly there as though carried by the late summer breezes. "Hello, Eliza. I thought now was as good a time as any to make good on my promise, to meet with you on less pressing business." Ymiden's face was somber, "Although certainly not a light one. Faith will be missed, but the good she did will certainly live on through her works, and her friends."

Ymiden patted Eliza's shoulder, and smiled down at Eberhardt.

One of the frogs approached from the shore, carrying the same hand cloth that Eliza had lovingly placed on the barge. The igelak waved it at her, approaching and smiling. "Yes, have you mislaid this? It's quite pretty."

Ymiden looked with some light amusement from the Igelak and then to his daughter, wondering how she's react to this strange creature and its gesture.

Several of the Igelak congregated around Tristan. They marveled at his many divine marks, the ones that were visible, namely the black nails on his hands that signified he had one of the same marks as Faith had. "Are you her brother?" One of them asked.

Another came at him from another angle, lifting a wide-brimmed, merleather hat to catch a better look at his face. "You don't look unalike... Not from what I have been told..."

They began touching his hands, and pawing at him in a way that might've seemed uncouth. But Tristan with his social awareness could tell they didn't mean any harm.

When Winston started breaking out the Ice Cream, which happened to be infused with ephemera, many of the frogs began lining up, crowding around him to both deposit the treasures they'd gathered in his
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The frogs that took the ice cream, were surprised to find it infused with ephemera. "You have done us a Grace of Faith, small one." The words were murmured in agreement among many of the other Igelak. "Thank you." The gratitude was echoed by the others who accepted bowls of ice cream.

"Very good!"

Finally, Bran took his own bowl, which was delivered by one of the other Igelak, and sampled a bit of it. The sweetness brought a smile to their face. They looked at Vivian and Tristan, and spoke, "We don't come purely for mourning, although we honor Faith's passing, and must be assured that it was toward a good cause."

"We've come with a warning, that one of our kind, a shaman is seeking recourse. He claims that the Tyrant who once laid claim to our people's fate, by dint of his Divine Nature, was illegally detained, and not given a proper trial."

Bran looked over his shoulder, and frowned, as if expecting the Shaman to appear at any moment. "We've no wish to sully this occasion, however. Perhaps you can convince him, when he arrives, to put aside his greivances until everyone has had their chance to pay respects."
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When Tristan approached, the Cadouri gave a bright and happy smile. "Tristaaaan! Tis gud tuh see yuh well." His body language told of his acceptance that it would have been nice for it to have been under better circumstances, but his general manor was bright and joyful. "Tank yuh soh moch. Yuh es so very generous." These words might well have been the same for the porper that dropped in a copper or the king that gave a kingdom, but it was true and genuine for each.

He gave the fellow alchemist a wink as the offer of help for Isonomia was proffered. "Oh, dat's a donashun me will gladly take." He gave a friendly chuckle as they parted ways and relished the opportunity to get in touch.

When Eliza introduced themselves to him, the ferret bowed with a playful and unnecessary flourish, driving home any doubt that his bright clothing left of his lightheartedness. "Greetin's, Eliza. Me es Winstaan an' dis es Chest..." He replied, gesturing to the walking luggage. "Et's a plesha tuh meetcha." With the donation, again came very genuine gratitude and, if so desired, ice cream that would not melt.

When Bran expressed to Vivian and the crowds what Winston had been thinking, the little ferret's chest filled with such joy it almost hurt and his smile split his face so completely it would be easy to think it was splitting in half. He failed to stop himself letting out a little giggle as they approached and made their offerings. It was not for greed, or the things themselves. If anyone objected or wish to reclaim their, perhaps beloved, donation, Winston would facilitate this if he could, without complaint, however he could not help but feel happy at how much like Faith the gesture seemed to him to be.

As they apologised and placed the objects into Chest, he shook his head and chuckled in a friendly way. "Please don't appalagise far being suh kind."

Joe
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. "Man. What if people get upset and want their stuff back? OH! Or what if a charlatan comes and tries to claim stuff that was not theirs?" The Diri was not panicing, as such, but certainly did have a good point.

"Don't worry. We will keep all dis separate fram de odda stoff." He replied telepathically as he urged Chest to do precisely that with the barge donations. "An de greedy will be greedy. Isonomi gains plenty fram wat 'as happened 'ere tuhtrial and me cun sniff out a sharliten noh prablem." Whether the latter part of that statement was true or not was something he was certain he'd probably have to test.

When it became apparent that the frogs rather liked his
ephemera infused food-stuffs
, he smiled. "Grace of Faith, yuh say..." The idea that this was a term they had taken into their culture caused him much amusement. "...Dat es a nice term. Faith 'ad a lat af grace an' yuh es very welcam." He would start to offer anything and everything else he could from his larder that happened to be infused with the ephemera. He usually kept a good stock and it would be a random assortment of breads, vegetables, fruits, cakes and pies that he happened to have around, but if they liked them, they were welcome to them.

joe piped up again, watching as the news of Winston's infused food spread through the newcomers. "Wow. They really LOVE this stuff. You should set-up a bar. Here on this beach. You'd rake it in!"

The ferret chuckled inwardly. Joe was not wrong... "Yuh know wat? Calley's might jost do dis." He replied as the idea fermented with
the offer from Saiore
for a new establishment that he was still yet to claim.

Winston's didn't ignore what was going on with Bran, Vivin and Tristan, but he also didn't feel the need to get involved in whatever these very capable people were dealing with. He was happily handing out food and asking Angela to help as things continued to progress, spreading smiles in any way he could. "'ere. Please enjoy. Calley's an' Winston's Warks re 'ere far yuh, any time."
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When standing at his full height, Winston towers a full 1 foot and one blueberry tall. A fact he will happily demonstrate before flicking said blue orb into the air with his nose and then eating it with a snappy grin.

His eyes are dark and sharp, ringed by dark brown fur upon the bright white fur that sets off across the rest of his face.

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Winston usually carries the following on his person:
  • Cassion's Locket hangs snugly around his neck.
  • Winston's Fairy Bell hangs from his tool-belt attached to his hip. It's 'ringer' is often bound by a small piece of cloth to prevent it giving away his position while in the wilderness.
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Vivian had smiled when Winston had asked for donations to Isonomia. It was the kind of thing Faith would have approved of, and the puppy-ferret eyes were a good touch. When he stepped forward and offered the Frogs ice cream, Vivian gave a slightly wry smile. She didn't think Winston was likely to know, but Faith had brought the Frogs onto their side during the Boneyards expedition by feeding them. There was a sense of poetry to her successor in Isonomia also offering to feed them. Tristan, who was much more of a diplomat than Vivian was, joined her in welcoming the Frogs to the memorial. Another that Vivian didn't know also welcomed the Frogs, and she was glad at least some of the regular citizenry wasn't fleeing the frogs.

When Bran mentioned that he had been present at the events in the Boneyard, and explained that they were a cultural memory for his people, she nodded. She had a slightly amused look when the Frogs added any treasures that had been placed on the barge into the donation chest. She was pretty sure Faith would have approved, but Vivian suspected that either she or Winston might have to do some damage control if someone decided to take offence to the relocation of the memorial treasures. Vivian nodded when Bran said that Ymiden was the one that had told them of the Memorial. "I've never met him, but I've heard of Ymiden in the past. He seems a good sort." she said, in complete obliviousness to the fact that Ymiden had arrived at the memorial.

The Frogs started to congregate around the others, and Vivian hoped that no one would take offense to their mannerisms. They were clearly still getting used to interacting with others, going by some of their behaviors to the people at the memorial. Then Bran mentioned that one of their kind was looking to seek recourse regarding Pearl Hopper. Vivian raised an eyebrow at that, but nodded. "I thank you for the warning. We will definitely not be conducting a trial for Pearl Hopper at this memorial, for...a few reasons, actually. I'll speak with this shaman when he arrives." she said, before looking at Tristan. "If you'll join me, your diplomatic expertise and status as not being involved in the events at the Boneyard could be very helpful. While I was present there, not only am I a soldier and thus not the best trained for diplomacy, I was the one who imprisoned the tyrant in question. It could be very easily, and reasonably, claimed that I'm biased when it comes to the matter." she said, her tone serious. She did turn back to Bran after that though. "Also, I apologize, but your people never gave us a name for yourselves during the trip to the Boneyard. Given the situation at the time, we weren't able to ask, but I would like to know what you all call yourselves." she said, her tone polite. She really did rather doubt that they all called themselves Frogs, after all.
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As she watched the upright frogs come ashore, Eliza found herself intensely curious. Surely these weren't cadouri? Or were they? If not, then what did they call themselves? The mystery would be quickly solved. But still there were times that she'd wondered, if after two and a half centuries gone by now, if she had truly seen it all. Clearly not. The realization, the prospect of something uniquely novel appearing where she'd least have expected it, brought a delighted smile to her lips.

A tug on her earlobe temporarily brought her attention round to Eberhardt. The monkey's focus had returned to Winston once she'd had a taste of the ice cream that the little fellow had so generously given her. As had Eliza, and it was uniquely delicious. "He's got a walking suitcase, and it talks too! Isn't that the strangest thing you've ever seen?" Eliza merely pressed her lips gently together, in order to stifle a snort of amusement. "Stop staring. It's rude," she responded under her breath; and here she was with a talking monkey perched upon her shoulder, at an otherwise solemn event.

She watched as the frogs carried the various offerings ashore, and eventually dropped them into Winston's collection box. Eliza found their actions to be interesting, but not disrespectful at all. Different cultures, different groups of people had different ways of viewing the world. Different traditions, and so on. Perhaps leaving otherwise valuable or sentimental items on a funeral barge on the water, seemed wasteful. She couldn't bring herself to completely disagree.

And then suddenly there was her Immortal Father, right there by her side. Just as the last time they'd met. Not far from here, in fact, but under very different circumstances. Her face had registered some surprise but she quickly smiled and fondly leaned into him when he placed his hand on her shoulder, just as a daughter who'd missed her father would do. "Hello father. It's very sad business. I didn't know Faith as well, or for as long as I'd like to have. But it's clear she'll be terribly missed by many. When we did meet, as I remember, she told me she was one of your followers."

"I missed you, you know. I hoped that I'd see you again, during my visit. You've been well?" Of course, though she might have been living and working in Scalvoris for some time now, Eliza realized that Ymiden, or any other Immortal could probably drop in almost anyplace that they chose. But for now, it seemed this was the place, and she was pleased. Meanwhile, some among the other arrivals had fallen into conversation the more usual folk in attendance. Unwilling to strain her hearing to the extent that she'd be eavesdropping, only snippets of conversation drifted her way. She failed to make anything of it, however, as she was not familiar with the former events they were speaking about.

Her gaze was drawn from her father's when one of the igelaks approached her, waving the very handkerchief she'd so recently placed atop the barge. She couldn't help but smile at the gesture as he presented it to her. Very gallant, she thought. "How very kind of you," she said as she took the silk square in hand. "Thank you very much." There was no reason to correct any innocent misunderstandings in that regard, thus spoiling the gesture and risk embarrassing the one who'd done it so kindly.

Besides, perhaps Faith didn't really need any handkerchiefs in the afterlife. "My name is Eliza, and this is Eberhardt," she added, introducing the little primate who'd uncharacteristically gone silent. Did the igelak recognize an Immortal when they saw one, she wondered. Or maybe, there was a chance that they'd met before now. "Have you traveled far to be here today?" Eliza asked.
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The fact that he was not the last person to welcome the Igelak in spite of how unusual they looked – he noticed that Eliza greeted them as well – gave Tristan hope. Before long, he stopped thinking about all the people greeting them and focused on the Igelak themselves once more. His eyes widened slightly as Bran plucked a piece of grass and caused it to bloom, just by chewing the stem, or so it seemed. He had never seen anything like it before. Tristan was a masterful gardener, but he doubted that he could accomplish anything even remotely similar. Had this been a different occasion, he might have talked to Bran about his abilities, but as it seemed inappropriate to him, he didn’t say anything.

He did raise his voice when Bran said that he would be happy to share the tale of his kind’s salvation with anyone wishing to listen though. “I would be grateful if you could tell me more”, he said in a calm and polite tone of voice, silently wondering what Zigloa and Berriakoa were. Were they places in Changeling’s Boneyard? Why was it a boneyard anyway? He had already mentally made a list with at least a dozen questions he wanted to ask Bran whenever the Igelak had time to share the story of their salvation!

Donating the treasures and putting them into Chest rather than letting them sink to the bottom of the lake was something he approved of wholeheartedly, even though he hadn’t thought of it himself.

Tristan had pretty much expected Immortals to show up, but he had thought that it would be Famula or Vri, the Immortals who Faith had been a Champion of. Instead Ymiden – he was pretty sure that it was him since Bran had uttered the name – appeared and spoke to Eliza. The young man immediately bowed deeply and respectfully.

Before long, several Igelak gathered around him and admired him though, thus distracting him from the presence of the Immortal. Smiling in a friendly way and slightly amusedly, he let them study his face and touch his hands. He knew that they didn’t mean any harm. When one of them wanted to know if he was Faith’s brother, he smiled and shook his head.

“No, we aren’t related”, he replied. “Faith was a very close friend though, and we were both marked by Vri.” He had almost said that she had just been a very close friend, as people often did, but Faith had never been just anything. She had been special.

Winston had offered the Igelak ice cream. Tristan had thought that it was just very, very good ice cream, but it seemed to be something more, something better, and he watched the Igelak as they ate it. Their joy and their gratitude made that very, very sad occasion almost bearable.

Soon, the conversation turned more serious again. Bran spoke about a shaman seeking recourse. Apparently, said shaman claimed that the Tyrant who had once laid claim to their people’s fate, by dint of his Divine Nature, had been illegal detailed and not given a proper trial. He wanted them to convince him to put aside his grievances until everyone had had their chances to pay respect.

When Vivian offered to speak with the shaman when he arrived and asked him to join her, he nodded. “I will of course help you and talk to the shaman”, he immediately said. “Do I need to know who exactly Pearl Hopper is beforehand? Bran spoke of Divine Nature”, he remembered. Not knowing who Pearl Hopper was or had been and what exactly he (or she or they?) had done might be irrelevant when it came to convincing the shaman to put aside his grievances, or it might cause him (Tristan) to be unsuccessful, so he thought it would be better to discuss that beforehand.
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