Rebuilding the Orphanage

Richo visits Mythdrannor barely bur the few times he enters he visits the reconstruction site offering to do any heavy work or lifting needed taking the forms of various elementals to aid as much he can.

Now that the last batch of gold and material donations had been collected and properly accounted for, the Abbot rolled up his sleeves and got down to the really serious work.

He proceeded to his personal trunk in the temple's living quarters and took out his well-preserved collection of Amarcinum Memoriacorsii and the even rarer Ayurveda, courtesy of Cirdan's mad herb-harvesting missions to the beastmen tower.

Having spent countless hours over the past year experimenting with the herbs, the monk believed he had now perfected the brew. So it was with much pride and care that the fragrant invigorating tea was poured into little porcelain cups and served to the volunteers - dwarves, elves, humans and elementals alike.

A letter arrived at the temple of Lathander addressed to the Abbot Elijah. The monk gave it a cursory glance, not planning to read it until his chores were done. Recognizing the name of the sender, a prominent figure he had not had the honor of meeting yet, the monk sat up, unsealed it quickly and read the letter with bated breath.

Mmm... A very wise counsel indeed. The monk nodded to himself as he re-read the letter again. He then proceeded to the orphanage site where rebuilding was ongoing and addressed the craftsmen and volunteers.

"Let it be known this day that the children who perished in the fire shall not be wiped away from our memories by the passage of time.

"See this patch of scarred land?" the monk pointed to a corner of the charred grounds where the previous orphanage once stood.

"We shall set aside this charred ground, consecrate it, and erect a memorial to remind us of the fateful day. The children had not perished in vain. The lost of their little lives is a grim reminder that we need to stand united against the forces of tyranny. Like the unending wellspring of joy bubbling out of these young little ones, we too shall not grow weary in doing good, protecting the weak and resisting the tide of evil. For as long as we live, and the generations after!"

The Abbot then discussed with the chief craftsman the specific details of how this memorial could be built.