OOC - Scotley, how many others are here?[/COLOR]
OOC: You have anticipated my next post.
Among the small knot of mourners there stands a trim attractive women of perhaps 25 winters in a dark conservatively cut dress. She has red-rimmed puffy eyes, but her face is a mask of calm. Some of you recognize her as the Professor's daughter, Kendra Lorrimor.
A somewhat bookish woman a few years older wearing spectacles stands beside her.
A beefy florid faced man stands with somewhat awkward lanky teenager who is obviously related to him. The boy is obviously not used to the stiff collared shirt he is wearing and he tugs at it uncomfortably.
An older man with a regal bearing stands almost at attention. He is thick and has a prominent double chin now, but the signs that he was once a muscular powerful man are there.
Next to him is another aging fellow, but he seems not quite so old. His hair has a slight unnatural darkness to it suggesting he has dyed it. His clothes are more fashionable than those of the others present and he stands almost as if posing.
The fine coffin is closed and covered with a simple maroon pall. Kendra steps forward and introduces herself to those she doesn't already know and greets old acquaintances among you.
She briefly introduces the others. The other woman in the group is Jominda Fallenbridge, the local apothecary and her father's close friend. The older men are Councilman Vashian Hearthmount and Councilman Gharen
Muricar.
The big red faced man is Zokar Elkarid, tavernkeep, who is here with his son Pevrin.
"Father Grimburrow and his assistants will meet us at the graveside. Could I trouble some of you to serve as Pall Bearers and carry father to the graveside where we will have a short service to pay our final respects?" She seems to be getting choked up at this last and says no more. The others are somber as well and have little to say.
The coffin is impressively heavy and will need at least four men to lift and 6 to carry comfortably.