<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa was still awaiting an estimate from Morgouse concerning Castle Rend's battlements and general repair. While the young noble woman had experience into the costs and supplies necessary to maintain a standing force, the upkeep and maintenance of something like Castle Rend was new. Whatever the case, Larissa was expecting the estimate to be in the realm of<em>"a lot of money".</em><br/><br/>Of course, if there anything Larissa knew a whole lot less about, it was the costs of rituals, religious or otherwise. She let out an internal whistle to herself. Five hundred gold marks? ...well, the last thing they needed was restless spirits with their own walls causing her own forces hell during a siege. Besides...Heironeous and his servants has watched over her family for generations, evidently as far as Larissa I and beyond. While the family paid homage to Olidammara in times of peace and rest, Heironeous watched over them in the battlefield.<br/><br/>"Five hundred is a pretty heavy sack to carry back to Gravesford," Larissa said. "If you like, I can lighten your burden with 50 platinum pieces instead." She offered the priest a warm smile. "The spirits that call Castle Rend home are restless - while some I would gladly have at my back, they all have earned rest. I would see that they are re-granted such as soon as possible. I will find Jay and let her know that you'll need to journey back."<br/><br/>Larissa needed to see Jay for yet another purpose - the halfling seem the sort capable of opening poison-trapped chests without pricking herself.