Hläng: For Lady Imdalace?
Hläng: But… *scratches his head* we knew her less than a day.
Hräsh: That's not important. What's important is what she DID.
Hläng: She died.
Hräsh: She didn't just die.
Hläng: She didn't?
Hräsh: No. If she didn't die, the whole town would have.
Hläng: It's a shame.
Hläng: Well, she already died once; and to have to die again. It wasn't even her fault the townspeople got sick. They weren't even other elves. Why'd she do it?
Hräsh: Well, her whole life was spent protecting those people. What good would that have been if she just let them die? *draws his sword*
Hläng: I hadn't thought of it like that. But now that she's dead, she can't protect the people anymore. *looks around* So why did we come here?
Hräsh: Because it had to mean something. *gets down on his knee*
Hläng: What does it mean?
Hräsh: …I'm not sure yet. *closes his eyes and rests his forehead on the hilt of his sword*
Hlang: Hunh. *looks up at the statue of St. Kora*