Easthaven
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Rolls
concentration saving throw (con) - (1d20+2)
(5) + 2 = 7
He raises his voice, impassioned with indignant wrath. "One dies for Tempus with a BLADE in one's hand, not by martyring oneself within the embrace of infernal magics! Jerrod's DUTY was to stand with his comrades, not cast himself to his death when the field was already theirs!"
Everard stares at Father Tulfgyr with fervent anger in his eyes. "You speak of sacrifice? Let me say this of 'sacrifice.'" He limps forward. "Sacrifice is a death that has meaning. When it is in vain, it is not sacrifice. It is a waste. That is the lesson of Jerrod's Stone."
Rolls
stealth roll (dex) - (1d20+1)
(12) + 1 = 13
Sometime around midnight, however, there is some commotion on the water. There is a very dim glow of light, just faintly outlining the silhouette of a person walking on top of the water's surface, accompanied by the soft singing of a female voice. The figure seems to be heading towards the northeast shore of the lake, just outside of the town.
Both the dim glow and the singing are noticeable by anyone keeping watch from the Snowdrift Inn.