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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 6729770" data-attributes="member: 23484">As the crew finds space for themselves in the ossuary, he reflects that this is a good place to rest. Of all the rooms he has seen, this is the one least likely to have roof panels, if the builders had any respect for their dead. Nevertheless, Father Spec takes precautions. First things first."Um, would anyone care to examine the rope?" asks Spec. "It seems to be magical, but I cannot immediately discern its purpose." He'll hand it to the first one who accepts it. If no one is interested, that's fine too, and he'll keep it. He takes the first watch, during which he keeps the door closed, staying on the inside, with a light cantrip cast upon Guran's sword, because it amused him to keep it there. The effect creates odd shadows dancing amongst the bones in the walls, but his concern is elsewhere. If there's a lock, he locks it and inserts his thieve's tools to prevent anything from the outside gaining easy access. He begins with a systematic investigation of the ceiling. He's seen sliding panels in the corridor, and he is quite observant. If there's something to be noticed, he hopes he'll see it. Then, he eats. He's hungry, and he realizes how helpful it would be if he could instantly create water to help everyone wash and clean themselves. The Traveller will find a way. His duty completed, he relaxes. He casts Guidance on whoever takes the next watch. He then asks Guran if he wants to pray together. Others are welcome, but he looks particularly to Guran, whose inquisitiveness he has noticed. It's a bold offer, but the lad seems curious, and he wants to be supportive. Fharlanghn has been with them, he feels. He has brought them together. The prayer is a simple one, envisioning the road extending to the horizon, describing the wonders that one sees while the horizon never gets any closer. That's the familiar framework, and it provides a foundation on which an adherent can process the events of the day (looking back along the road), or the wishes for one's future (looking forward), or imagine other courses, other choices, or consider the welfare of others (by looking off the side of the road as you walk along it). Spec finds this incredibly peaceful, and powerful, and he answers any questions Guran might have. With either the magic rope, or the silk cord that he has with him, he shows how a rope can be see to depict the Traveller's Road. how running one's hands along its length can give something tangible, a physical thing to keep your mind on your prayers. Then, he sleeps. He removes much of his armour to try to be comfortable, but it doesn't work well. Five fitful hours later (assuming there are no interruptions), he wakes, and blows his nose. He stands, stretches, finds a place to pee, and does a few exercises with the knife that Colden has given him. The blade is very sharp, and he feels that with it and a shield he will be much more effective in combat. The proper warriors no doubt laugh at his pot bellied self moving around with his tiny blade, but in Spec's imagination, he has become a new man. He doesn't work so hard as to build up a sweat, of course. But neither will his muscles atrophy. Then, as others are stirring more and more and it looks like they will soon depart, he begins to pray again. Again, he invites Guran to join him. When he does so, new spells come to his mind. He feels invigorated, strengthened, and, if nothing else since this weird adventure began, he feels like he has genuinely helped someone.</blockquote>

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