"Father was a scholar through and through," Kendra began. Keeping her voice steady visibly took her some effort, and she was sounding both flat, and a little strained. "There was no mystery, no question large or small, that he would not have loved to find the answers to. He gathered around him those who would help in this, and in turn helped them in the world. Beyond that, he was also... father. Occasionally absent, but always full of love and understanding. I will miss you, father."<br/><br/>Father Grimburrow listened quietly to the words of this gathering. He frowned at the Elven blessing, but did not interfere - had not the deceased asked for them all? This was the burial he had requested. When Kendra fell silent, he gestured to his acolytes. "May Pharasma judge Petros Lorrimor kindly," he spoke his own benediction, as the younger priests began to fill the grave again.<br/><br/>The councilor pulled Kendra aside for a few words, then departed with a solemn nod to the grave; similarly, the other guests slowly filed out of the immediate area. Kendra eventually turned to the group her father had assembled. "Councilor Hearthmount has another appointment; he will be along in about an hour. Will you all join me for tea while we wait for him? He is in charge of handling the administrativa, and Father did say he had each of you in his will."