Ashes to Ashes...

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In the Forest Kingdom of Cormyr,
and the Hold of Valkur's Roar...

  During an afternoon unremarkable in event, the Great Hall doors creak open and the unmistakable figure of the Valkur's Roar High Inquisitor emerges, cradling a medium-sized urn in her arms.  She makes her way through the streets, dipping a nod of greeting to everyone she passes.  This will be the third time she's made this journey, the prior two spaced a few rides evenly apart.  She arrives at the docks and winds her way through the busy sailors and tradesmen until she comes at last to the longest dock's end.  After a moment of quiet reflection as her gaze dances over the gleaming waves, she hefts the urn and regards it for a moment... two-thirds of the urn's contents are gone; she saw to that on the earlier trips.  With care, she pulls the lid from the urn.  The breeze carries a tinge of salt and wood this morning - something familiar and settling about it.  The High Inquisitor kneels to the dock and sets the urn down.  After a quiet moment of contemplation, she slowly tips the urn on its side, releasing a cascade of ashes into the cold and waiting waters below...

"Then it's done... the Drow Jah'sen is truly and forever gone."



DM Hawk