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Aniol dies to a tyrannosaur after a few years of running around as an itinerant adventurer. One of his daughters vaguely remembers that he was calling himself an Abadaran, and buys him a plot in their graveyard when someone brings in what the dinsoaur didn't eat. The other kids send their regrets that they will not be able to attend the funeral.
voshrelka reincarnates aniol
He inspects the contents. "I should be able to bag a few suppers and something toothy enough to earn my way with this. And then I can get started on proclaiming your deeds to those who'll be interested. I gather from the obvious tree in the middle of Westcrown that it's fine if my old - constituency - knows where to find you. If you need soul-sold fifth-circle wizards anxious for your good graces for anything."
He gives her a deep grateful bow. "If that is all you ask in exchange for it, how can I do otherwise?"
And then he attempts to take off, fails at this miserably, and, abashed, walks off instead.
with-the-roots
Voshrelka is thankfully not the sort of elf who laughs anymore. She inclines her head, and returns to her work. She makes a note to herself that she's going to have to replenish the starter adventurer kit, and returns to penning the bestiary.
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