Fuck. Fuck. GOOSE!

Co-written by Nic  Zaspar Tom S Andy D dryss willemf

Following on from An Eye for An Eye - 06/08/24 DM: tomdm


Safire sits in a local tavern, laughing and drinking with the locals. She's in the middle of a story about how she went to the plane of water and rode in a structure mounted on the back of a gigantic koi fish, when she hears a commotion going on outside.

Apologising and excusing herself, she pokes her head out the door and sees Finnegan shouting in a panic with Zasper following closely behind. Furrowing her brows she rushes over.


Safire: "Finnegan? Zaspar? What? What's going on?"


Zaspar puts his hand on Finnegan's shoulder and shoots him a look - a 'please quiet down' look - and smiles tersely at Safire.


Zaspar: "Oh hey Safire, been a while. Hope you are doing well?"


He extends his hand for a handshake as is customary noble etiquette.


Zaspar: "Well, we were in the Feywild, and Luxemforth and Artur died? They're both currently at the guilded mirror, so we're looking for Moradin's Chosen Cleric and the most impressive holy man in the land. His name is Mendal, do you know him?"


Zaspar is glancing back at Leocanto's establishment far too often to be conspicuous. His hand is still extended to Safire, one arm still holding Finnegan in place and quiet (for now).


Zaspar: "I have been tutoring one of his housemates so I know where he lives, but have no idea if he'll be there right now. Someone as divinely entrusted as him must be quite busy."


Safire reaches out and shakes Zaspar's hand, but stops when she hears about Luxemforth and Artur's deaths. Her face goes pale and she looks sick.


Safire: "Dead?"



Finnegan: “Yes, dead, like, dead you know. Like killed badly with broken libs and holes in them. Oh, my god, I can't believe that. I new it was a bad idea, but it looked so fun at the same time. Oh my god, we need Mendal, or anyone who can bring them back. Oh gosh, I can't believe it. And I couldn't even see them to help. Arrrrgggg, help, help, help!!”


There's a brief pause as she looks grief-striken, before she forcefully shakes her head. As she snaps into action, her hair picks up with static and the wind seems to blow in the direction of The Guilded Mirror.


Safire: "Mendal, right. I know him. He helped me out. I can get him. Or you can bring them to him. Whatever, work it out!"


With that Safire sprints in the direction of Mendals home. As she arrives, huffing and puffing from the run, the irony is not lost on her that she had actually never entered this building, only left it.

Taking just a second to catch her breath, she balls her hand into a fist and starts knocking loudly on the door.


Safire: "MENDAL! MENDAL!"


Zaspar, using the skills he’s developed as a muffin delivery man, keeps up easily, vaulting through the city behind Safire without breaking a sweat.


Zaspar: “Safire, maybe we should have brought the bodies? I haven’t died before but don’t you need the body to bring it back?”


As Safire begins yelling through the door, Zaspar just nods his head and steps back a bit. Seems like she knows what she’s doing.

The front door opens and a disgruntled dwarf appears before the adventuers. Mendal looks at who has come to disturb his craft work and glares at them with undisguised contempt; Safire (out of breath), Zasper and Finnegan.


*What's missing in this picture?* Mendal thinks to himself. *Safire's alive - good to see. No moron around though? Ah! Of course!*

Mendal leans out of the door to inspect the streets, but he dosen't see what he was looking for.


Mendal: "Where's his body then? I suppose he is quite big that plonker goliath. Bloody hell! Better take me to Ronkk then."


Safire: "Ronkk? No, no, not him."


Safire's eyes drift upwards in thought and speaks mainly to herself.


Safire: "I actually haven't seen him since I was last here."


She shakes her head and turns her attention back to Mendal.


Safire: "Not important. It's Luxemforth and Artur. Don't know if you've had the pleasure. They're back at the Guilded Mirror."


Mendal: "Two?! I've heard of one, not the other. How long have they been dead?"


Safire opens and closes her mouth as she realises she has absolutely no details of how long or what happened, and instead turns to Zaspar.


Zaspar: "Thanks Safire! Hi Mendal! Great to see you again, looking very holy and blessed today, my friend,"


Zaspar begins awkwardly, wringing his hands.


Zaspar: "Well.. basically, they both got killed by a goose. That was a couple hours ago, we were in the Feywild so that makes the conception of time a bit weird..."


He clears his throat, looking around the doorway.


Zaspar: "While I'm here - bad timing, sorry - I've got a viol for Archie. Can I drop it off with you?"


Zaspar goes ahead and thrusts the item through Mendal's doorway, placing it carefully on the floor.


Zaspar: "Okay, cool, tell him it's from Sir Zaspar his esteemed teacher."


Zaspar looks around a bit awkwardly, realising this probably wasn't the time.


Zaspar: "Okay, anyway, yes, the bodies are in the Guilded Mirror. Both of them died to the same goose - don't worry, Finnegan killed it. Yes, Safire and I can escort you, Mendal - we cannot let anything happen to one as righteous as you."


Zaspar smiles awkwardly, gesturing back towards the Guilded Mirror.


Safire looks shocked and then extremely amused that the cause of death was - goose.

Zaspar catches this and gives her a knowing glance.


Zaspar: "Part of me thinks Luxemforth would not want to be revived, so he can keep his title as 'the Undefeated Swordsman'. He is due to lose a bout against me soon."


He chuckles softly, but then his smile falters as he realizes how that might come across.


Zaspar: “Ah, but that’s probably not the most tactful thing to say right now, is it? I do apologise, we didn't cover death or mortality in my etiquette lessons. It's my first time!”


He adjusts his stance, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his expression, but he quickly recovers with a charming grin.


Zaspar: “Still, if there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know. I’m here to lend a hand, or a sword, a viol, a lute... whatever you might need to revive them!”


Mendal finds himself staring between the viol and Zasper, and then Zasper and Safire. Several thoughts go through his mind, first of them a question, *did Safire just find Finnegan and Zasper wondering the streets or something? * Second of them a reflection, *'one as righteous as me' - ha, splendid!*. And finally, a thought that made him laugh, *Goose! Fucking hell.*
Mendal shakes his head bringing him back to the situation.


Medal: "Okay. Same day - this is good! The divine spell, Raise Dead, is very powerful but if ten days have gone by, it won't work. We have time, great. But! Are their organs and body parts all intact?"


Zaspar: "Well, why don't you have a look at them for us, Mendal? I'm not a doctor..."


He pauses, trying to remember the condition of the bodies.


Zaspar: "I mean, I think there might be some holes from the goose's beak? I'm really not sure."


Zaspar shakes his head and, again, gestures towards the building they came from.


Zaspar: "I must insist you follow us please Mendal, the bodies are with Erron in the casino. I'm not sure how much longer our dear Erron can stand this, he is truly wracked with guilt."


(Erron meanwhile had stayed behind with the bodies to guard them. He's wracked with guilt over what happened and wants to sit with his thoughts whilst the others get help)


Mendal: "Okay, okay. I'm coming,"


Mendal moves the viol further into the house, and then shuts the front door behind him.


Mendal: "Lead the way."


Zaspar: "Be careful with the viol, please, Mendal. You might interfere with the tuning."


Zaspar begins the walk back to the Guilded Mirror, checking every few seconds to make sure the party are following him, and keeping a particular eye on Finnegan. He does not want the other bard to start yelling in the streets again - a scene is the last thing they need.


Zaspar strides ahead to open the heavy doors with a flourish, and leads his new party to Leocanto's office.


Zaspar: "Leocanto, what a privilege to see you again so soon after our recent parting."


Zaspar smiles widely at his new acquaintance.


Zaspar: "I have brought a most esteemed cleric to investigate our deceased friends."


He gestures to where Erron guards two corpses.


Zaspar: "Please, do your magic. If we can help at all, just say the word, my blessed cleric,"


Mendal looks at the two bodies, noting they've both apparently been savagely beaten.

Safire takes in the grim sight and seeing Erron clearly upset, moves beside him. She silently puts her hand on his shoulder, checking he is ok.

Only when Finnegan sees the familiar confidence come over the face of Mendal he quiets down and start to relax.

The death of his friend Luxemforth, because yes, he considers him a good friend after so many shared moments, distresses him quite a lot and reminds him a bit too much why he came to Kantas.

He forces himself to breathe slowly and wipes quickly what must have been some dust in his eyes.

He then turns towards Erron and still a bit shaken says:


Finnegan: "You did the right thing, we needed to get rid of this hag, imagine if we had accepted the favor. Mutilating some poor dude and replacing an eye? Who did she think we were?"


Then he starts to swear in his native language and he seems clearly pissed off. At this moment, a kind of dark aura surrounds him, just for a very short moment, there are also some very faint screams and whispers that can be heard, though barely noticeable.

Upon hearing Finnegan's words Erron eases up slightly but you still see that he's internally battling with the results of his actions, weighing up either side.


Erron: "I understand Finnegan, but I could've given us a chance, a way to figure out some form of completing the favour without harming anyone. I trust you all would have been able to come up with a solution compared to my improvised chaos"


Safire: "Wait, hag?"


She groans and tilts her head back.


Safire: "Gods I hate those things. Please tell me she's at least dead as well!"


Erron: "She's dead yes, put one of my bolts through her eye."


He sighs.


Erron: "That's the one positive that has come from this I suppose, got what I wanted, no more favour. No more hag. But I didn't think this would be the price for it."


As Safire brings her head back she catches Finnegan's aura and raises an eyebrow. Deciding to put a pin in that for now.

Erron is frantically fidgeting with his crossbow.


Erron: "I'm sorry, I could've stopped this, just did the stupid favour, but I got cocky. We were close to ending it and I gambled, and now Luxemforth…."


He looks despondently at the bodies on the floor


Erron: "This is the second time I've had a heist go this wrong (referring to his past before Kantas). Seems like death is always waiting to collect when I go on a heist… Why didn't I have a plan, what was I thinking?"

Before slipping into another bout of internal debate he suddenly remembers.


Erron: "Oh, we found her stash by the way, I think the cutting of your hair may be in there."


Safire: "It's ok, Erron, I get it. I wouldn't want that debt looming over me either. It's rough and too recent, but try not to beat yourself up too much on what you could have done better. It doesn't help. Trust me. Mendal is here now. He can help."


Mendal finishes inspecting the bodies.


Mendal: "This fey goose must have been something. They're bodies are smashed. But we have heads, organs, and every limb. And you say it's been no more than a day? It's fine then. They can be brought back! There is the matter of a couple of very large diamonds worth at least 500gp each though! Get me those diamonds within nine days, and I can raise them both back from the dead."


Mendal looked at each of the adventurers, searching for understanding in their eyes, and also any clue as to who out of the bunch was likely to have expensive diamonds on them.


Mendal: "Praise be to Moradin."


Before questions could be asked, one final point about the Raise Dead spell came to Mendal's mind, and needed voicing.


Mendal: "One more matter of fine print, before I forget! You know no reason why the souls would not be willing or at liberty to rejoin the bodies, do you?"


Zaspar: “Thank you Sir Mendal, praise be to Moradin to you too,”


Zaspar began uncomfortably. He made a mental note to add religion to his tuition schedule at home.


Zaspar: “I think Luxemforth and Artur both have normal souls, Mendal, but I wouldn’t know how to check. I do know that they are both carrying quite a lot of stuff on them. Perhaps we could liquidate some of their assets to procure the diamonds - I am sure they won’t notice?”


Zaspar looks to Erron for approval.


Erron: "We have the gold we plundered from the hag's stash if you'd be willing to use it? I can make up the difference with my own funds to procure what we need. They've already lost their lives on this endeavour, it would feel wrong to take more from them."


Zaspar: “Sure. You’re the leader, E - we’ll do this how you want. Do you want me to wait here while you go find some diamonds?”


Safire without a word, takes the required money and runs out to get the diamonds.


Some time passes, and Zaspar is looking around the room sensing a lot of emotional turmoil. Suddenly the door opens, and Safire walks in triumphantly holding up a pouch.


Zaspar: “Okay, blessed Mendal. Safire’s got the diamonds. Can we revive our friends now?”


Mendal: "Good. Very good. But I need a night's rest to prepare the spell. Contrary to what you saw on the Plane of Vacuum, miracles don't just happen when you want them to. Can you keep the bodies here, and safe?"


Finnegan: "Yes, of course!"


Safire: "We'll watch them Mendal, thank you for your help. Would you mind I watch you tomorrow? I've recently... tapped into a new power, from both Umberlee and Talos it would seem. I don't know if I can help you, but maybe seeing how you do it will help me improve my abilities."


Mendal: "Umberlee?! Shiver me timbers! Hahaha. But yeah, of course. Take notes."


Mendal waits a moment. When it seems clear he's done here, he announces what time the next morning he'll be back, says his goodbyes and leaves.


Mendal: "There's still time to get some craft work done", he thinks to himself as he walks away.





***The following morning***





Mendal arrives at the backroom of Gilded Mirror.


Mendal: "I'm hear! Do you have the diamonds?"


Zaspar: “Yes, Safire tried to give them to you yesterday, Mendal. You must be exceptionally busy these days to forget what happened mere hours ago,”


Zaspar is sincerely blown away by the importance a cleric of Moradin has.


Zaspar: “May we begin the ceremony? I have my new viol if we need mood setting.”


Zaspar doesn’t wait for permission to bring out his new percussive viol. Every note bowed sounds like a tuned drum being hit rather than a classical string instrument. He begins to play a piece tinged with hopefulness.









Safire raises an eyebrow before turning to Mendal.


Safire: "Mood music. Nice."


Extending her hand she gestures to the two fallen adventures.


Safire: "Shall we?"


Mendal: "Yes let's start".


Mendal approaches the bodies.


Mendal: "It shouldn't make a difference, but who's first?"


Safire walks over to Artur.


Safire: "Ready when you are, Mendal."


Mendal: "Ha! You get to see the process this time,"


Mendal points out to Safire the first and currently only person he has risen back from the dead and healed all their wounds.

Safire: "Aye, and doesn't that give me a unique perspective?"


She moves to position herself on the opposite side of Artur's body to Mendal.


Mendal: "Suppose it does, yes. Now. Diamond."


Mendal takes the first of the offered diamonds, and holds it close to his chest in both palms. Mendal closes his eyes and says a prayer to Moradin in dwarfish under his breath, and as the diamond begins to shine brightly with radiant divine energy, Mendal is able to crush the diamond between his hands and the radiant energy from the diamonds passes into his hands.

Mendal places a palm on Artur's head and the other on his chest.


Mendal: "Back you come you creepy tentacle man,"


He begins transferring the divine, radiant miracle force of Moradin into Artur's body, healing every bludgeoning wound he suffered. Bones cracking back together, flesh mending.

Artur's body is healed.

The radiant divine energy dissipates.
Mendal wipes his brow and looks down at Artur's body.


Mendal: "Now breathe you fucker."


Artur's eyes flicker open, there is almost a look of panic before suddenly the body seems to remember to breathe. With a gasp he sits upright and the expression drops back into the careful neutrality.


Artur: "How long has it been?"


Safire watches Mendal with a morbid fascination, flexing her fingers as she tries to differentiate her new divine powers from her old innate magic.


Safire: "Not even a day, I think. Welcome back!"


Artur: "Still. A full day. Strange.."


Safire: "Glad you're so enthusiastic about it."


Mendal: "Well done lad,"


He slaps Artur on the back, he thinks again and gently pats him on the back instead.


Mendal: "Take it easy. You're back. Praise be to Moradin, but you're weak. Rest. Safire knows the drill - ask her. I'm gonna get a beer before I do the other guy."


Mendal wonders out of the room to reach the bar.

Artur stands up plainly, flexing his fingers before a vial begins to float from his cloak in front of his eyes.


Artur: "Undamaged, good, although I will have to reinitiate the connection"


He turns to the rest.


Artur: "Should you need repayment or additional funds for... our other fallen colleague I can provide, I failed in my duty yesterday it seems only fair."


Finnegan stays very quiet during all the process, almost hypnotised.


Finnegan: "Welcome back, friend"


He suddenly hugs Artur.

Reflexively Artur flinches and flicks his hand up to form an arcane shield but drops it when he realises Finnegan's intent. Even still he is still as a rock and visibly uncomfortable.


Artur: "Yes, I'm back, now can you please not touch me"


Erron who had also been antsily watching the ritual in silence breaths a sigh of relief.


Erron: "Welcome back Artur, glad to have you with us again"


Some of the tension in Erron's shoulders visibly releases.


Erron: "Don't worry about the funds, I'll shoulder that responsibility"


Artur peels himself out of the hug and nods.


Artur: “Well then, I suppose my job here is done in that case, allow me to depart and rest this body. Should any of you need me again you know where I stay.”


As Artur walks past Safire, she let's out an involuntary shudder. She looks to the bar where Mendal went.


Safire: "Well, if the gods don't mind drinking on the job who am I to argue?"


She joins Mendal for a shot or two until he is ready to return.

The two of them share several drinks, before Mendal turns from the bar and stands.


Medal: "Round 2, Safire. Come on. I've got time to get the forge going before lunch if we hurry up."


Safire, quite happily finishes her breakfast of cheap whiskey and follows Mendal to Luxemforth's body.

Mendal walks back with Safire behind him.


Mendal: "Right! Let's do another one shall we?"


Mendal stands by the side of Luxemforth's beaten and broken body. Safire once again standing on the other side opposite him.

Mendal takes the diamond that is at the ready and begins to squeeze it between his palms. Before closing his eyes to pray, Mendal glances back down at the body's face. He had never met this one before. A thought came to Mendal's mind, which he voices to the others in the room,


Mendal: "Decent moustache on this guy. Got some flare. Not too over the top. Anyway..."


Mendal says a prayer to Moradin, one very recently familiar to all in the room and when the radiant light again shines from the diamond, Mendal crushes the energy into his palms. Placing his palms; one over Luxemforth's head, and the other over the chest.


Mendal: "Two for two, come on! Let's go!"


The radiant energy spreads from Mendal's palms into the cadaveur, righting bones and making wounds vanish.

The divine energy comes to an end. Mendal removes his hands.

Everyone waits with expectation for the first breath. Mendal taps the table in time to a count.


Mendal: "Come on, come on..."


Luxemforth is not subtle in his awakening. An eye opens, and he blearily takes in the figure of Mendal leaning over him. At once, both eyes spring open wide.


Luxemforth: "You there! Who are you!? Where am I!? Where is the goose!? Or geese!? Does a seven headed goose go by 'a goose' or 'some geese'!? Never mind that now! What the devil is going on!?"


Safire breathes a sigh of relief that both Luxemforth and Artur returned. Rocking back on her heels she laughs as she crosses her arms.


Safire: "Goose?"


Mendal: "Oh yeah, someone needs to explain this goose - multiple heads, heh? You're alright by the way, I'm Mendal, I just raised you from the dead. Praise be to Moradin, and all that. Go easy mate. Body is weak... beer?"


Luxemforth appears to slow a little.


Luxemforth: "Ah.... Lady Safire? What on earth are you doing here? Mr. Mendal you say? Raising me from the dead? That sounds rather... conclusive. Uhh..."


He sighs.


Luxemforth: "Something stronger perhaps old boy?"


Mendal nods slowly at Luxemforth when he says the word conclusive.


Mendal: "Brandy then?"


Luxemforth: "Ha ha! That's more like it I say! Truly a life saver now!"


Mendal goes off to get a couple of large brandies from the bar - putting them both on Luxemforth's tab, and brings them back, offering one to the newly raised from the dead, Luxemforth.

Luxemforth gladly excepts the glass, though he sits there absent-mindedly nursing it a while.


Luxemforth: "Bloody strong moustache you have there my dear fellow. Heh... so dead eh... was it... bad?"


Safire shrugs.


Safire: "Well dying usually means it didn't go well. Not that I know the details, I just heard Finnegan shouting in the streets."


Mendal salutes Luxemforth with his brandy glass.


Mendal: "Well met!"


He turns like Safire to look at Finnegan or any of the others who could explain how Luxemforth met his end.

Luxemforth only at this point realises the others are in the room.


Luxemforth: "Ah! My heroic friends! What are you doing over there! Come on over and fill Mr. Mendal and Lady Safire in on our daring deeds! ...and honestly, I wouldn't mind knowing what exactly happened towards the err... the... the end."


Luxemforth looks quickly downwards and takes a gulp of brandy.


Zaspar: “Daring deeds? Hm… umm… Finnegan, Erron, would one of you like to take this one? I couldn’t see the goose so I shant comment.”


Zaspar states this diplomatically, he shuffles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Luxemforth.


Zaspar: “Welcome back, by the way, my friend. The world was a sadder place without you in it even for a minute.”


Zaspar knows they got absolutely wrecked by the goose and there was nothing heroic about it.


Luxemforth look visibly touched by Zaspar's apparent earnestness.


Luxemforth: "Well that's rather a grand thing for you to say, and I deeply appreciate it! What a shame indeed that you didn't have a good vantage point for the no doubt epic bout between myself and this creature from hell! It must have been a duel for the ages!"


Zaspar: “Oh… oh yes, I’m sure it was a … fine duel…”


He looks away.


Zaspar: “Well, what I can inform you is that we dispatched of the hag and collected some of the errant things she had stolen such as peoples hair. And that certainly wouldn’t have happened without Luxemforth and Artur. The goose was also dealt with by Finnegan and Erron who would not allow you to lie unavenged. Perhaps they had a better vantage to the heroic duel and can, erm, inform us, of the situation…”


Zaspar steps back and looks pleadingly at Finnegan and Erron to take over this conversation.

Once again, Finnegan wipes dust from his eye before displaying the biggest and most charming smile ever seen.


Finnegan: "My friend, dear Baron, you are back!"


He rushes to hug Luxemforth cheerfully.


Finnegan: "Well, to be honest, I was with Zaspar and Erron in the other room when, well, ehhhh, you know. But it wasn't really a duel, the goose had 7 heads so I suppose it doesn't count. But anyway, please don't die again we were all so worried! Oh, don't worry as well, I dealt with the beast in the end".


He reaches for his bagpack, takes from it a long white (and a bit damaged) feather and hands it to Luxemforth.


Finnegan: "For you, my friend, a souvenir you can keep. Well, everything ends well, we should celebrate and get drunk. Then I will write a song and we can remember this hag and the geese forever. Hmmm, now that I think about it, some roasted goose would have been lovely with a good beer!"


Mendal: "Haha! That's the spirit,"


Mendal downs his brandy and then continues to take the floor in order to impart sage advice.


Mendal: "No dying from now on - from the lot of you. If anything, let the hefty diamond cost be your incentive not to croak in battle, heh.”


Mendal points at Luxemforth, and nods at Safire at the same time.


Mendal: "Like Safire you've got a mark where the fatal wound was received. It's Moradin's symbol; anvil and fire. It's branded onto your flesh, small, but significant. Both you and Artur have it on your left rib cage, where the goose must have shattered your ribs right into your lungs - could have been worse; there's tales of rivived people with divine brandings on their bum. And truly don't go dying again soon - there's nothing worthy about collecting more brandings from the same god or different ones."


Zaspar: “Blessed, esteemed, Mendal, what an incredible job you’ve done. Luxemforth is looking finer than ever! I hear rib tattoos are ‘in’ at the moment, so one should be rather thankful for this fortunate turn of events,”


He winks at Luxemforth.


Zaspar: “Yet I am somewhat concerned about where our friend Artur might have disappeared to.”


He turns to Safire.


Zaspar: “Might you lead us to him please, Safire? It may be prudent if we all go as we know not how he is recovering. Join me, fellow adventurers!”


It has been evident that Zaspar has stepped up the formality of his speech since Luxemforth's revival. It does not feel fake or accented - nor does it seem to take much effort - but it is a clear demonstration of code switching.

Safire nods at Zaspars request before turning to Mendal.


Safire: "Thank you, mate. We'll do our best not to pester you again. Hopefully one day I'll be able to help you out instead."


Before leaving Safire goes to Erron and with his help rummages through the collection of items recovered from the hag hut. She smiles triumphantly as she finds a lock of her own hair, given during her first outing in Kantas. Pocketing it, she gestures to all who are willing to follow her to Artur's abode.


Luxemforth: "Uhh you all go ahead! I wouldnt wish to leave before settling up any debts with Mr. Mendal. Thankyou all again! Much appreciated!"


Luxemforth is clearly trying to locate his brand subtly through the goose holes in his shirt.


Mendal: "Your friends here paid for the cost of your reviving. You've paid for the brandies though. I think they put them on your tab."


Finnegan: "Yeah, don't worrrrry about the drinks, somebody pays them for me at the moment, since almost three weeks now"


He starts to sing a little bit out of tune (not unusual when he is more than tipsy) something that starts by "oooohhhh, don't worryyyy, be happpppyyy, ooooohhhh" , and yells towards Zaspar.


Finnegan: "Zaspar, oi, you party breaker, just give Artur a rest, we can see him later. Let's just celebrate our friends' revival and Moradin's generosity. We are bardssss a-after all, here for that, hey ?! Tune your instrument and let's play."

Then Finnegan composes himself a bit better and start to sing more seriously. As soon as he does, his voice once again finds the perfect tune and rhythm:


thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/4511/ballad-hag-geese-charming-finnegan



Safire applauds Finnegan as the song concludes.


Safire:"Well, I'm happy to continue celebratory day drinking. Zaspar, I can give you directions when you're ready to follow up with Artur."

Mendal: "Good stuff, Fin!"


Mendal applauds.


Luxemforth: "What a bloody marvellous ballad old boy! Truly a song for the ages!


Mendal: "Stay safe you lot! See you around."


Luxemforth: "Thank you again Mr. Mendal! I shall forever remember your courtesy!"