Mortuis smiles beneath the mask. If the boy only knew how little possessions mean to me...!
"There is a rude sarcophagus at the Manse that has more clay than you will ever need."
He sends a pair of gnomes to get to work. Their powers over earth will ensure that the sarcophagus is so much powder before long. It will be a bit of a job to clean it up, but it's in a seldom-used room - there will be no rush. Maybe the sylphs can blow it out a window, or store it for future use. Given the life the gargoyles seems to lead, perhaps that would be better.
The gnomes soon return, carrying bags of powder. The Rider dismounts and opens a saddlebag. The powdered clays disappear into its depths and it is cinched tight. The Rider mounts and lays a hand on Stoney's shoulder.
The voice is melodious and the touch gentle. "Heb geloof, Valkyrie' s broer. Zij zal helen." It takes Stoney a moment to realize the Rider is a woman. he stares uncomprehendingly at her as she wheels her mount and gallops into the shadows.
Stoney turns to the others. "Does anyone know what she said?"
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