All the fight seems to have gone out of the angry mob. Amanda can easily scoop up the cudgel the fallen man was using - it looks like it's a rolling pin, of all things - and he scuttles away. Kendra picks herself up, nodding numbly to Lucia. Getting Lorrimor back into the casket is no difficult task; thankfully the shroud wrapped around him did not slip, and even more thankfully the<em>Gentle repose</em>spell has prevented any of the more... unpleasant conditions of death from being noticeable. But Lucia can tell there's something wrong about the head when she cradles  it on the way back into its box. Misshapen.<br/><br/>It's upon this scene that an elderly man in the blue, grey, and white robes of the Pharasmin priesthood hobbles towards the group, flanked by two brawny-looking lads with dirty coveralls and lanterns. The old man sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight before him, and gestures one of the young men to help Lucia. His watery grey eyes scan over the crowd with a look of the most disapproving grandpa ever.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/39849/Father_Grimburrow.jpg)</div><strong>"Hephenus,"</strong>came the old man's dry, reedy voice.<strong> "You take your... <em>friends</em> and go pay the sheriff a visit."</strong>he doesn't ask what happened, how it happened, or anything like that, he just glowers at the crowd of ruffians until they remove themselves from his sight. he then hobbles over to help Kendra up.<strong>"Apologies, miss Lorrimer, Councilmen,"</strong>he nodded to two of the other men in the procession.<strong>"We heard the scrap, but my knees... Collum be a good lad and help these folks take their burden again, hmmm?"</strong><br/>