I thought it went down rather well. I had intended to do a few more things, but hey, there's always next time. I also had intended to actually sing that Hymn too, but then I realised I'm not all that creative and couldn't write one (I actually did try though, didn't come up with much).

I will probably be doing more things like that for other purposes in the future, though that will be one of the more elaborate ones (being as it is a funeral type thing). On the plus side, it ended up being -perfectly- timed. I initially thought I'd stipulate that the rite went from "Sunset to sunset", and then I thought "Nah...thats a bad idea, timing is often ruined"...but it did! Almost to the second.

Also thanks to Lady Lisaera for her advice and help.

P.S.

Tender chunks of pork, covered in a rich gravy,
lie upon a bed of peppers,
onions, and shredded potatoes. A sprig of parsley garnishes this warm and
filling meal.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of a glob of mucous.

I never knew Amarantha was secretly a glob of mucous in disguise!

It was great! Except for the random interruptions. Stupid pilgrims. And Resurgems. *cough*

Huh? So the Fae all died? What?

No, Gwynn just decided to do a ritual thingy on the Ether as a sort of mourning for all the Faeries that died during the war. And he had someone helping him, either a Divine or an illusionist, (didn't see any on WHO but I might've missed something or they have a gem), 'cause the candle was all blowing around and stuff.

Ah, I was considering doing a little ritual thing at the Ravenwood, but then Tosha and the Bardic competition came along to keep me busy.

I liked it a lot. Well done, Gwynn!

It was well done. Tasteful and not overdone. Classy and elegant.

Post it? Please? I missed it and I am sad that I did. Please Gwynn?

It was a nice lowkey ritual, though some people annoyed me by either sleeping or talking or casting spells in the middle of it. How stupid..who sleeps in the middle of a Rite?

I was unfortunately on Telnet at the time, and thus was not logging. Hopefully someone else did.

It was a lovely thought, and I was pleasantly surprised to see Gwynn lead it.

(I did fall asleep, but I didn't exactly intend to. )

I have a log, but it may take me a bit before I can get it cleaned up to post it. Maybe someone else will get it done first.

Here it is. I did my best to edit out all the people sleeping, yawning, blathering, wandering in and out, etc. and indeed everything that wasn't part of the rite, and also change all my own actions to be in third person.

The opposite trees.
The wayward trees in this area have decided to forgo the normal laws of falling, and their shedding foliage disappears into the sky. Where limbs would normally be bowed downwards the tree limbs here reach upwards, their very tips rising higher than the base of the limbs themselves. A draping curtain of moss is secured to the ground and ascends to the lower extremeties of the forest creating a massaging bit of greenery that obscures the passageway to either side. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A noble pegasus stamps one reflective hoof, his gossamer wings flipping impatiently. There are 2 pigwidgeons here. There are 2 brownies here. There are 2 pookas here. There are 3 the mothers here. There are 2 banshees here. There are 3 wood nymphs here. There are 3 sprites here. There are 2 the crones here. There are 2 willowisps here. There are 2 pixies here. Pausing to rest, a taurian pilgrim looks off into the distance. Pausing to rest, a loboshigaru pilgrim looks off into the distance. A wiccan broom floats here, vibrating with energy. A beautiful sylph hovers here on gossamer wings. High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth is here. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand. Shiro Aramanth is riding on a proud celestial pegasus. He wields a shining steel longsword in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right. Fabled Munsia, Defender of White Hart is here. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand and a leather sling in her right. The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand. Saaraith, Seren Brave is here. Azora Talnara, Silvermoon Vixen is here. Dumihru is here, shrouded. She wields a tower shield in her left hand and an athame dagger in her right. Tsaephai is here. He wields a sturdy battle hammer in his left hand and an iron-banded club in his right. Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix is here, shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a tree-emblazoned heater shield in his right. Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon is here, shrouded. Wilde Timil, Stag of the Summer is here, shrouded. He wields a golden sickle in his right hand. Master Laysus L'eternae is here, shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right. Blade of the Seren, Lady Malicia Aurendil is here. She wields a sinuous jade rapier in each hand. Priestess of Naos, Gwynevere Whytetower is here. She wields a black choker necklace with a gold bell in her right hand.
You see exits leading northeast and south.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Essentially, we are all here to perform a sacred rite of the White Hart, which I observed when I was a cub."

Gwynevere beams broadly at Gwynn.

Shiro Aramanth says, "I will leave if you want."

Shiro Aramanth says, "I came to help."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "However, due to the sheer scope of the carnage and suffering, this rite will be performed slightly differently, as it is generally meant to be for a single person."

Gwynevere nods her head emphatically.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I ask that you all follow a few simple rules while you are here, and that is, that you be respectful, and try to pay attention."

Shiro nods his head emphatically.

Shiro Aramanth says, "Yes sir."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I understand that we have many followers of Moon here, and that White Hart is not generally associated with the Fae, so I apologize if it does not do them the justice you think they deserve."

Niara nods her head emphatically.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "At any rate, let us begin."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon reaches into his backpack, and removes a single, thick yellow candle, and places it on the ground in front of him.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "To the White Hart, yellow is a colour of leadership and truth, and as such, we this evening honour the sacrifices and accomplishments of those who have gone before us, and shaped our lives, by mourning them with the coulour yellow."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon kneels down in front of the candle, and reaches forward with a small lit torch, lighting the candle.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I lit this flame from the Flame of Glinshari, the candle represents the lives of those who have passed on."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Like the candle, our lives are short, but burn bright, and have the potential to cast light upon an otherwise dark world."

The silken calls of various birds that flit throughout Faethorn form a delightful melody.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I would like now for us all to take a moment of solemn personal reflection, to reflect on why it is that we are each here, and what the Fae suffered through."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon lowers his head slightly, his eyes rather distant.

Nejii creases his brow in a frown.

Master Laysus L'eternae bows his head and closes his eyes in rememberance.

Laneth gives a pained sigh.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle closes her eyes lost in thought.

Tsaephai sits down.

Gwynevere nods her head emphatically.

Blade of the Seren, Lady Malicia Aurendil closes her eyes briefly, lowering her head.

The flame flickers and flares, waxing and waning with a strange disregard for the wind.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness. It is now the 18th of Shanthin, 107 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Laneth breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

Gwynevere wraps a comforting arm around Laneth.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon raises his head, looking about those assembled.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "The Fae meant different things to us all, as well all come from many different ways of thinking."

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle opens her eyes again and looks straight at Gwynn.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth smiles at Nejii and Gwynevere, wiping tears from his eyes and listening to Gwynn.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "At this point, it would be common for those present to offer personal Eulogies to the fallen, however, as there are so many fallen, we will have to settle for a general one."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I will begin, but everyone present may give their own, if they wish."

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

Gwynevere tilts her head and listens intently to Gwynn.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I, as a Serenguard follower of White Hart, may not seem like the person here most suited to interaction with the Fae. Nonetheless, I have been raised to respect and honour our friends and allies in the Faethorn realm. Like many of yourselves, I have fought and died to protect them, but it seems that not nearly enough could be done, and our friends suffered immensely. Our allies have ever protected us, keeping a watch over the Ethereal reflection of the Moonhart Mother Tree, and have been a very important part of our culture."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "They are not some distant friends who we only call on in times of need, they are the faces we see almost every day, and the voices that offer us advice."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "While I am not a Faetender myself, I understand that my place is to follow them and their works."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "For this reason, I grieve today, for the suffering of those who have passed on. I grive in order that I may understand their suffering, and honour their memory."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head, concluding his brief speech, and looks about those assembled.

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix nods mutely.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth says, "If no one minds, I would just like to say a few words of my own."

Gwynevere tilts her head and listens intently to Laneth.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head at Laneth.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth says, "My fellow Moondancers and I, being spiritually linked with the Fae of these realms, suffered, perhaps more than any other Seren, under the pain of the Fae. Simply, I just want to acknowledge to the Fae that their pain does not go unnoticed. That is all. You are not ignored."

Shiro Aramanth says, "May I go next?"

Gwynevere nods her head emphatically.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head affirmatively to Laneth, looking once more to those assembled.

Shiro blinks incredulously at Gwynn.

The silken calls of various birds that flit throughout Faethorn form a delightful melody.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says to Shiro, "Go ahead."

Shiro Aramanth says, "I have no connection to the Ethereal or the plane, I am a celestine one who protects the holy plane of Celestia, The teachings of the supernal have taught me to protect the innocent aainst the taint and thus I came to know the fae within the ethereal realm. I have made many friends with the fae and protected them with my life countless times when they needed me the most. I hope their souls can rest in peace, knowing they didn't die in vain."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon smiles, and nods his head to Shiro.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Is there anyone else who has something to say?"

Elryn nods his head emphatically.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon motions to Elryn, offering the floor.

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the eminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.



Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head affirmatively to Elryn, and motions to Saaraith.

Saaraith, Seren Brave says, "To be perfectly honest, I don't have much room to speak here, today. I am a new citizen, having only a day ago awoken to this land. However in that short time, an immense feeling of devotion and comittment have moved me. In my, about a day here, I have felt the compassion with which you all function, and I am overwhelemed with joy to know that I may soon grow up within the caring arms of you all, Giants among us all, in more ways than a few."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon smiles, and nods to Saaraith, looking over to Dumihru.

Dumihru kneels.

Dumihru says, "I wish to offer apologies to the fae and their brethren for the suffering that they have had at the hands of the mortal races of the Basin."

Dumihru says, "As if it wasn't enough to face the cruelties of Rowena in the time of her twisting, that the fae who should suffer once again to the misguided goals of the tainted is unspeakably sad."

Dumihru touches the ground in apology.

Dumihru says, "May those who have been lost rest in peace."

Dumihru steps back and nods at Gwynn.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle steps forward.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head curtly to Dumihru, and looks about the assembled.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle says, "Everyone here who is part of the Commune is close to the Fae, mostly because of our close connection to Mother. So, everyone felt their pain, maybe not physically but it pained all of us, one way or the other. I mourn for those who suffered, that includes the Fae but also all of us. Words cannot express my feelings but I know that many here feel similar. Let us pray that noone will ever have to suffer like that again."

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle steps back.

Gwylifar Swift-Blade holds up an elegant silver rapier and salutes with it, the movement gracefully transitioning to a reverent, wordless bow, ending with his eyes lowered respectfully, saying nothing.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head to both Niara and Gwylifar.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Is there anyone else who would like to speak?"

Gwynevere gives a pained sigh.

Gwynevere shakes her head.

The flame dims a little, flickering more peacefully now.

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "...sorry we weren't able to protect you better, Fae. We're sorry for your loss."

Nejii creases his brow in a frown.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon nods his head, and steps forward again.

Sunlight bellows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "With the finishing of our Eulogies, we bring the first section of this Rite to a close. I will now place a bucket filled with water gathered from the dripping leaves of the Moonhart Mother Tree, and we may all wash our hands in it, symboolising the cleansing of our negative emotions tiowards what has happened."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon walks into the middle of the circle, and places a large bucket a few feet from the candle.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon kneels down at the bucket, and rinses his hands briefly, before returning to his place in the circle.

Saaraith, Seren Brave steps forward and slowly lets the cool water wash over his hands before resuming his place.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth bends to his knees, eyes a little wet as he rinses his hands and mutters a prayer under his breath.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth steps back to his place.

Master Laysus L'eternae steps forwards and dips his hands under the water, and bows his head briefly, before returning to his place.

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix bends over slightly and dips his paws in the bucket for a brief moment, standing back and holding them at his side.

Gwylifar Swift-Blade scoops up, with only a moment's reluctance, some water in his paws, then lets it pour over both paws and along the blades of both rapiers.

Dumihru drops to one knee and dips her hands in the bucket, letting the clear water run off as she lifts them out.

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle takes a step to the bucket. Kneeling before it she gently dips her hands into the water cleansing them slowly and reverently.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "In the rite I observed, there was a Hymn chanted in Elfen whilst those present washed their hands, but I apologize that I have not had this done."

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle gets back on her feet and steps away again.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "As we wash our hands, we wash our hands of the blood that has been spilled. We move on from grief, and we begin the part of the rite, and thus our lives, where we celebrate the positive aspects of the lives of the Fae, rather than dwelling on the negative."

Priestess of Naos, Gwynevere Whytetower kneels before the bucket and dips her hands into the water, rinsing them thoroughly, sadly she stands up and returns to her place in the circle.

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth says something unintelligible.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Of course, nothing can completely relive the grief, but we cannot be consumed by it. For that reason, we will now look at what the Fae have achieved."

Gwynevere nods her head at Gwynn.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "In the ordinary rite, this would list all the significant achievements of the person grieved, but again, there are too many who have suffered for us to even begin to list the great things they have done."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I personally am no studier of Fae, so I invite someone with more knowledge than myself to enlighten those present."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Noone? Hmm, well I will do my best, then."

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth says, "Perhaps the Moondancers here should all add something."

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "That would certainly be good."

Master Laysus L'eternae says, "I might be able to, I'm not an expert, but I can try."

Laneth nods his head at Laysus.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon steps aside, motioning to Laysus.

Master Laysus L'eternae steps forwards and gathers his thoughts.

Master Laysus L'eternae says, "To the ignorant, the fae would be mainly a way for us, the serenwilde, to get power - and that is why we value them so highly. But no, they are, and have always been, far more than that. They do much - they are the caretakers of the ethereal, this plane that so many of us are so attached to, and if they were not here, I'm sure this place would not be as beautiful as it is. They, as they always have been, are far closer to nature than us - linked to it in a way that we could only hope for - and for this, we value them, as we should. They also protect us - as a moondancer I am often seen travelling with fae, as they help in times of need, as we help them. These are but a few, more significant aspects of the fae, and as I said, I am no expert, so if anyone wishes to add more, feel free."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I think that the sheer beauty of this realm, and the achievements of the Fae is clearly visible to all who look upon it."

Niara nods her head emphatically.

Contemplator of the Spirits, Elryn Greythane says, "I would add that the Spirits are ultimately responsible for the healing of the basin of life after all of Nature itself was devastated and dying from the destruction of the Divine Wars. It is to them that we are indebted with not only our own lives, but indeed the existence of all life. There is no greater gift than that given by the Fae peoples."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "That is in fact why I chose this location for the rite, as it highlights just what the Fae are capable of."

Gwynn nods his head emphatically.

Laneth nods his head at Elryn, showing his acceptance.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "At this point in time, the full name and titles earned of the fallen would be scribed in Elfen on a scroll, and burned in the candle."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "This symbolizes their release, by their own flame, towards whatever fate they are destined in the here-to-after."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "In its stead, however, I asked Flynt to provide me with a list of Common Elfen names worn by Fae, and have written them onto a scroll."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon reaches into a pouch on his backpack, and removes a delicate scroll, unfurling it as carefully as he can.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon walks forward towards the candle, and kneels. He places the edge of the scroll in the candle, and holds it as it begins to combust.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says something unintelligible.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon holds the scroll as long as he can before it burns his fingers, and he allows it to drop, burning itself up into ashes.

The flame appears to slow its flickering, flowing through the air gently as it shrinks further.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon stands up, watching the flame as the last parts of the scroll turn to ash.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth looks to the flame, watching it burn out.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Now, my friends, we eat. We eat pork, for I am told it is close to metatae'daekind. We do so to symbolize taking the body of the fallen into us, and hence the lessons they have to teach and the wisdom they have acrued."

Gwynn drops 35 porks.

Malicia nods her head emphatically.

Gwynevere nods her head emphatically.

Dumihru picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Gwynevere picks up a dish of stewed pork. get pork

Dumihru consumes a dish of stewed pork leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Laneth picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Gwylifar picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Vix picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Saaraith picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Laneth eats a dish of stewed pork with obvious gusto.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon walks towards the pork which is placed by the candle, and picks up a dish.

Vix quickly devours a dish of stewed pork.

Niara picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

Gwynn picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Gwynn eats a dish of stewed pork with obvious gusto.

Gwynevere eats a dish of stewed pork with obvious gusto.

Gwylifar eats a dish of stewed pork with obvious gusto.

Saaraith eats a dish of stewed pork with obvious gusto.

Nejii picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Nejii consumes a dish of stewed pork leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Flynt picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "I apologize to those of you who are vegetarians, I was unable to find a suitable alternative."

Finally finding peace, the flame quietly disappears, leaving only a trail of smoke which dissapates serenely.

Nejii nods his head at Gwynn.

Flynt consumes a dish of stewed pork leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle lowers her head before the dish of pork, then takes a small portion and eats it reverently.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon turns to the flame, and smiles.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Just as the light of the candle has now been extinguished, so has the period of mourning. Let us go forward with joy in our hearts, knowing the our friends, the fae, have gone on to a better fate."

Laneth thanks Gwynn profusely.

Niara flashes Gwynn a joyous smile.

Nejii bows respectfully to Gwynn.

Gwynevere beams broadly.

Gwylifar bow respectfully to Gwynn.

Gwynevere curtseys respectfully before Gwynn.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon takes a short, respectful bow to those present.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Thankyou all for attending, I am sure the Spirits of the Fae are delighted to know we have such pure hearts for them."

Vix's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Gwynevere flashes Gwynn a joyous smile.

Laysus beams broadly.

Master Laysus L'eternae says, "It was a wonderful ceremony."

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle says, "Thank you for this rite, Gwynn."

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix has lost you.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Thankyou for giving me the opertunity to show my respect, I could not have done it without the support of you all."

Priestess of Naos, Gwynevere Whytetower says, "Yesh, thank you very much Gwynn."

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon walks forward, and picks up the melted remnants of the candle, placing it into the bucket of water.

Malicia picks up a dish of stewed pork.

High Elfen of the Wilde, Laneth says, "That was beautiful Gwynn, thank you."

A glint of silver mail heralds the entry of a knight of Faethorn.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon picks up the bucket, and throws it over the ground, returning the water to the cycle.

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "The Fae present thank you too, I'm sure."

Gwylifar nods his head sagely.

A fae knight bends over and picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Perhaps I should have asked Queen Maeve to attend. Oh well, next time perhaps."

Nejii nods his head emphatically.

A fae knight bends over and picks up a dish of stewed pork.

Flynt's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

The corners of Gwynevere's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Saaraith, Seren Brave says, "Let's hope that a next time is not required, to honour so many lives lost."

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "Looks like they appreciate the offering, anyway."

Nejii nods his head at Saaraith.

Laysus nods his head emphatically.

Niara's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Gwynn's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Gwynevere giggles happily.

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

Gwylifar Swift-Blade allows a soft smile to break his stern features.

Master Laysus L'eternae says, "I must return to business now... again, thankyou for the wonderful rite, Gwynn."

A slight jingle of mail is the last sound as the knight walks south.

Laysus waves goodbye.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Gwynn "Fatty" Julheon says, "Of course. Go well, friends."

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "Be well, all."

Gwynevere curtseys respectfully before Gwynn.

Niara gives Gwynn a compassionate hug.

Dumihru says, "And you as well. Thank you for holding the ceremony, Gwynn."

Saaraith, Seren Brave says, "Erm.. Will there be an exit parade? I don't know my way around.."

The Hierophant of Hartstone, Niara Serelle says to Gwynn, "Thank you."

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "Oh, follow me, Saaraith."

Malicia performs a graceful curtsey.

With a flourish of his arm, Saaraith bows deeply.

With a flourish of his arm, Nejii bows deeply.

Seren Nejii Talnara, Gentle Phoenix says, "Thanks once again."