<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Everesta - Funeral, Copper Ram Tavern<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Eldrith, Saric, Rose, Victoria, Mizuki, Ryuuga, anyone else..<br/><br/>Zam had been late to arrive on the rooftops facing the cemetery, with the pyre built in the centre. As he stepped to the edge, a host of spirits coalesced and raised their weapons, arms, staves in salute to the fallen PC. A crowned, ethereal mage turned her gaze towards him, then made a small step to the side, motioning him into the space she'd vacated.<br/><br/>"Uh, thanks," he managed.<br/><br/>After the proceedings were over, he spotted the party of adventurers he'd seen fighting the Balor. They were heading back into the city. He felt too awkward to go and join them directly... He'd follow for them now, and see where they ended up. A little while later and they walk through the doors to the Copper Ram.<br/><br/>He waited for a few minutes, climbed down to street level, and entered after them. They were seated around a table, with a couple of unfamiliar characters standing with them. A half-demon maybe, and... an assassin? Someone he didn't want to get into a tussle with, at any rate.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and stepped up to the table. It wasn't as if he could seek refuge with his peers, after the incident with his fence. He needed this.<br/><br/>"Excuse me. I saw you guys take on the Balor, and I saw the drow killed. I was at the funeral earlier..." He felt his face reddening. He'd never asked for help before. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure I can't solo here any more. Room for a thief?"