<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/a09b70f2dd60f7810f597a90b761c57d/tumblr_nuswz8kTdZ1tk4029o1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Timo Zoltikampa (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=546620)</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> 13/13 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (<em>T:</em> 12, <em>FF:</em> 15<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +4 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 40' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +2<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +3 | <strong>Will:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Channel Positive Energy:</strong> 1d6, 5/5<br/><strong>Travel Domain:</strong> <em>Door Sight</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Freedom Domain:</strong> <em>Liberty's Blessing</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Prepared Spells:</strong> 0 - <em>Detect magic, Guidance, Light</em> | 1 - <em>Bless, Bane, Sanctuary<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr/><br/>"We sing for our dead," he answers Aesa, as they walk towards the grave. "A song shortens every road, after all. And once the grave is watered with tears, we turn to celebrate the life they lived." He glances over to the other woman. "I suspect neither tradition is common in Ustulav... but I did see a cozy-looking tavern on the way into town, if the case is otherwise...."<br/><br/>Timo knelt into the softened soil as they lowered the casket down into the hole dug for it, then stands without brushing off. "I did not know the professor as the rest of you did," he addresses the gathering, looking between them. "For me, he was a thief, who came to us with promises, but left with things much more precious." Timo straightens his shoulders as the mood of the assembled friends probably gets a little sour. "I thought harshly of him. But wrongly; He brought loss yes, but he never forgot that debt. He never broke his promises to me, even if I turned his overtures away. Petros Lorrimor was not my friend, but I cannot cast doubt on the man's honor, his dedication, or his faithfulness to those in his life."<br/><br/>Timo brushes his knees clean, sending hte soil down into the grave, and turning away, his smooth brow now furrowed with thought.