Hotep paused, leaning down to the man who had led him from his home. While the man had been eccentric and unorthodox, he was the only person Hotep had known during his time in the southern lands. He rested a hand on the man's tabbard, shaking his head slightly.
"Return home, Sir Ash.
Iomedae calls you now.
Drink deep and long, friend."

As he stood and turned to the others, his foggy mind slowly dredged up memories from earlier. The festival ... the arrival of the Storm King ... the fall of Terendelev ... a last act of defiance ...

Moving over to join the others who were moving about, he nodded to them. Silent for now, he helped where he could.

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Will lend his strength to removing the debris from anyone buried. Not sure if you need a strength check or something. Str 19 here for lifting purposes