"All right, then," Piero declared.  "Let's get to work!  Go grab some bodies.  I'll get the circle sketched out."  Without waiting to see if they were getting started, he picked out a likely location - some sort of staging field outside the burning walls - and set to work.  The butt of the White Staff scratched along the ground as he paced out a rough circle some 27 feet in diameter.  When he was finished, he produced a sextant and a compass from a pouch and sighted the sun before making a mark at the eastern point of the circle.  More marks followed, at each of the cardinal points.<br/><br/>By the time he was done with the marks, Sera was dragging the corpse of one of the White Mages over by the legs.  "Gods," she breathed, wiping sweat from her forehead, " bodies are<i>heavy</i>.  Where do you want this one?  And why twelve?  You've only got eight marks."<br/><br/>"Put that one to the east, and work clockwise from there," Piero decided, then gestured with his staff.  "There.  That mark.  And the other four go in the center."  He grinned owlishly from behind his spectacles.  "Verisimilitude."<br/><br/>"Right," she grunted, dragging the corpse around the circle and shoving it into place.  "Face up?"<br/><br/>"Face up," he agreed, joining her and rolling the corpse over.  Then, carefully, he pried the eyelids open so the dead eyes stared at the sky.  "Just eleven more to go, now."<br/><br/>"Fuckin' heavy ass Ordalians," she grumbled, heading for another body. "Would it hurt them to eat better?"  Then she stopped, and glanced back.  "Verisimilitude?  I thought you weren't actually casting a spell?"