Happily, the day had gone by an elapsed to evening, whence they found Rana fresh from prayer and with new spells prepared; in fact she'd just got done using a few of her other magics and attention upon Semmon, double-checking that he was fine and uninfected. Anya's body had been cremated in a small but serious pyre ceremony on the open desert near the temple, and wisps of smoke still wafted into the sky. The Mulhorandi tended to go in for shrouded burial themselves - dessicated within the simple sand for most folk, or entombed in stone and possibly mummified for those of sufficient wealth or clout - but as Anya's blonde hair had marked her from northern nations, and gods know what uncleanliness might lurk in the illithid-violated flesh, a pyre fire it had been; which, if the blonde hair marked Northman heritage like Aria's, was as unlikely as anything what she would have expected.<br/><br/>In a remote, separate-from-the-building cellar just for such funerary preparations, the bodies of Karsus and the priest were still kept. Rana led the two adventuresses thusly, informing them that she had indeed prepared the planeshifing (and reminding them that it would bring them to Brightwater, but somewhere miles from Saturnia and the Den of Divine Diamonds, whence they would presumably wish to intra-planarly teleport again).<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Added Kass's to prev post