[Salone]

"Codger."

Na'lsa spoke the word as if it were the nickname for a dear old friend. He let go of his new toy to approach the body of the old man. His gait was slowed, and a limp was apparent, as if his right leg was wavering in strength. In a tired motion he drew himself up a few feet from the body. He took a moment to compose himself, speaking in a somber voice.

"The old man knew what he was getting in to. He had dealt with powers far greater than he, manipulated them, and had wielded something far greater than most mortals will ever know. And in doing so, he risked that very power for the good of something more than just himself. We will honor him."

He took a brief pause, bending down to gently nudge the old man, not at all like his usual self. He frowned, as if not entirely approving of the results from his nudge.

"He's still alive. So much for the Great Repurpose. The charred remains will have to do."

With that he hobbled off towards what remained of the priest, possessing none of his bark. He lacked his usual brutality too, meekly pulling apart chunks of charred meat and eating them like a normal person might eat any other meal. For the time being he seemed almost...neutral.