A face I used to know

Ffiona stands over Erolith's body with Marokin right behind her, a blue silvery figure appears near the body, after several minutes of emotional conversation Erolith looks at Ffiona and Marokin, "go to the burrow, your find him there" Erolith than walks closer to Ffiona and smiles, "you really did remind me of her" after those words Erolith's spirit vanishes into blue and silvery smoke. Ffiona bends over Erolith's body, as she goes to sort his body out and bring it back up the hill just before her hand touches it, blue silvery particles fly out of Erolith's body more and more every second, as they pass over Ffiona and by Marokin an intense warmth and calm passes over you before you see the particles drift of and vanish into the drifting night sky. 

Marokin climbs down the hill after Ffiona, getting his robe soaked in dirt and shit, seeing the ghost of Erolith standing there in his eldritch gloom. When he is about 30 feet away when he sees Erolith look at him and uttering the words "go to the burrow" before he fades. He looks as it fades and moves away. He thinks to himself about this annoying arrogant elf that seemed to him to always play the arrogance, like a bad actor, here and there a tat too much, showing thus that it covers something up, but midway through his thoughts he sees the body disintegrate.  A curious and surprised carved onto his face he looks at Ffiona, the other dead body, and back to Ffiona.  "We have to tell the others. And I will follow his last request. Though I do not fully know what he was talking about."

" I think I know, but that can come later. You're right, we have to tell the others. " Ffiona, using her leaf weave's vines to pick up the body of the fallen Druid Dabda's(?) body, climbed back up with Marokin. As Ffiona climbed up, she wondered how Marokin could have seen Erolith's spirit. " No other human she'd met could do that... except for... " she thought, before dismissing the idea, and returning her thoughts to her fallen friend Erolith. A smile on her face at the thought of reminding him of her, just to brighten up his day a little bit. " I'm glad I met you Li'kin, rest well. "

Marokin starts cleaning off some of the dirt of his clothes and his tail once they arrive at the top of the slope. "uh... I did not notice that smell before... such an unworthy place to end" Then he looks at her "How do you know? You heard him speak after he died?" is what he wants to ask, but decides it is not the right moment. This woman has definitely more to her than the first appearance makes one believe, but then again this seems to always be the case... surprised at himself being surprised he suddenly is taken aback. "Oh my, the ropes, the ambush! We need to hurry!" and he starts climbing up the wall, pulling himself up and about to fling his body on the other side only to find another wall behind it. He looks at Ffiona. "The dead are dead, we should hurry and try to help the living should they still be in danger." He holds out his hand to help Ffiona climb accross the wall.

You make your way into the main hall, you see blood everywhere body's litter the ground some you remember to be guards and others you see wearing some kind of black gear, you recall Beldak telling you about the red hand assassins and these at first glance look a lot like his description, as you take in the scene looking over the body's you notice one you remember the person in the corner to be Dithas. blood covering his body and staining the ground around him he is obviously dead, it is then you see your companions gathering together and seemingly trying to patch themselves up, wounded and blooded they look like they just went through hell.