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"Well, my friend, let's see what we can do for Gar."

T'Chovan opened the purse containing Gar's weregild and examined the contents. He then looked up to Ra's Glory slowly climing the sky. "Well, at least he got himself killed at mid-morning rather than early evening." He motioned to the townsman carting Gar's remains, "Is there a temple to... who is it... Moradin here? He would prefer them best I think."

"No, sir. Them folk haven't built one yet."

"Very well, take me to the morgue. Tell me, what is your name? Let's see if contributing some of my efforts will make the price a bit lower." turning to Kalivas, "Come along if you wish, you might find this interesting."

T'Chovan followed Irvan as he pushed Gar's lifeless form in a commandeered wheelbarrow. As they walked T'Chovan quietly sang a pean in old Teul, memorized from ancient scrolls that he transcribed as he wrote his own prayer books.

"Homage to thee, O thou who hast come as Ra-Khepra, Ra the creator of the gods, Thou art seated on thy throne, thou risest up in the sky, illumining thy daughter, thou art seated on thy throne as the king of the gods. Thy daughter Nut stretcheth out her hands, and performeth an act of homage to thee. The domain of Manu receiveth thee with satisfaction. The goddess Maat embraceth thee at the two seasons of the day. May Ra give glory, and power, and truth-speaking, and the appearance as a living soul so that he may gaze upon Heru-khuti, to the KA of the warrior Gar Axebreaker, who speaketh truth before Osiris, and who saith: Hail, O all ye gods of the House of the Soul, who weigh heaven and earth in a balance, and who give celestial food to the dead. Hail, Tatun, who art One, thou creator of mortals and of the Companies of the Gods of the South and of the North, of the West and of the East, ascribe ye praise to Ra, the lord of heaven, the KING, Life, Strength, and Health, the maker of the gods."

As the body was interred in the morgue, T'Chovan worked out the details of renting the space and burial fees. He tipped Irvan for his efforts from the coin in the pouch. Borrowing parchment and ink from the mortician's office he wrote out a list, "Irvan, these should be purchaseable in town, probably near the shipwright's. The pen and inks are what you would find at any library, bookbinder, or alchemist's shop. They too should be easy to find. Here is some coin. Do this for me and you will be well paid; you shall not suffer for setting aside your usual labors today."

T'Chovan brokered what he hoped were customary burial practices: washing of the body, sewing of wounds, digging of the grave, purchase of Gar's last set of fine garments. He certainly had nothing in his backpack that wasn't travel-stained. He told the mortician that he would return in a couple of hours, hopefully before any packages were delivered. T'Chovan assured the man that any such costs would be compensated.

He walked around town and purchased a haunch of red meat, hearty bread, and a small jug of ale. After buying Kalivas' and himself a good lunch, they returned to the morticians'.

The relief was visible on the face of the mortician when they turned the corner. He would not be stuck with the costs of the strange goods after all. T'Chovan looked with approval at the plain coffin and Gar laying inside, washed and dressed. T'Chovan took the clay jars that Irvan returned with and placed the food in one, sealing it with some resin that Irvin also brought. This was placed at his feet in the coffin. The jug of ale was likewise sealed at placed at his feet. Murmuring, T'chovan placed Gar's helm on his head, his axe at his side, and his shield over his chest. T'Chovan sang another verse in old Teul as he wrote on the inside of the coffin lid in the red and black inks. Finally, he took a small scroll from his own pack and placed it in Gar's left hand. Taking a lock of Gar's hair, he then had the mortician nail down the lid of the coffin.

"We must be quick, the sun is setting, and I think Gar would like to feast with his ancestors this night."

He accompanied the mortician to the gravesite, and sang as the body was lowered into the grave.

"Hail, thou One, who shinest from the sun. Hail, thou One, who shinest from the moon. Grant that this Gar Axebreaker may come forth among thy multitudes who are at the portal. Let him be with the Light-God. Let the Tuat be opened to him. Behold, Gar Axebreaker shall come forth by day to perform everything which he wisheth upon the next earth among those who are living thereon."

T'Chovan turned to the setting sun, "Go Forth Gar! Set sail on the Barque of Heavan as it carries you to the halls of your folk and gods. Trouble not the living, but find the rest you were promised. GO FORTH!"

As the workers shoveled the dirt upon the coffin, he handed the rest of Brighthammer's pouch to the mortician. "Carve upon his stone 'Gar Axebreaker - He died with Valor'."

T'Chovan Raeltep - Anointed of Ra