A burial for the nameless dead.

The Kelemvorite Milo Rolston entered the Silverhand home to bring comfort to a wayward soul. While there, he found the corpse of a man who lie slain - presumably by the wretched Sharn abominations that infested the home. Not wanting to betray his call to duty, Milo wrapped the body in a cloth from his pack and carried it out to the Shadowdale Woods. He digs a hole and begins a small burial ceremony...

"O Lord and Supreme Judge of the Dead, I pray that this soul be granted entry into the City of Judgement to await your command. May his soul find its way peacefully to its desired realm and remain there for eternity."

Milo carefully lowers the body into the ground and covers it with soil. He would head to town to fashion a headstone out of slate to mark the grave for the man. It reads:


The grave lies on a small hill, shaded by a mighty oak tree, just off the road going to the Edge of the Cormanthor.

* Shortly after the body is place into the grave, and covered. Ravossel spots the newly made grave, and takes the time to plants ferns arownd the grave, with wild flowers ontop of the grave. Just as quietly as she came Ravossel leaves.*

As Milo passes through to the House of Redemption, he stops at the grave for a moment. He says a small prayer, hoping that the soul found its peace, and he smiles at the renewal of life brought with the plants.

One night in late autumn, Milo found himself once again at the grave. Five seasons had come and gone since the day of the burial. He knelt and prayed, recalling the day vividly in his mind. Minutes gave way to hours as Milo rest there under the oak; his prayers gave way to tears. Though he did not understand why, he wept and wept.

Milo stayed on the hill until sunrise. As dawn broke, he knelt again in prayer. This time he faced the sun, giving thanks for another new day.