[Larrin]

Mottul: You stand guard over the bodies maybe 15 minutes until a blue clothed priest with a few watchmen come across you, its obvious they're coordinating a search of the city for bodies. They are most shocked by the dead bodies of the cultists...since until now no one has ever seen human evidence of the enemy. The priest seems to be low ranking and doesn't recognize the symbol, but suggests you come you take one of them to the temple along with a description of the attack, or else he can do it when his patrol is done, he figures if you can get it there sooner, it'll be better. If you want, you could even take one of the bodies on the cart to the temple.

He begins a death rite for the fallen friends of Max and the other bodies on the cart, a ritual, you glean its intention is to consecrate the bodies making them un-raisable as undead, and to give them peaceful journeys to the heavens of the immortal gods and the human saints. The guards say it'll only take ten minutes, and Max seems to want to stay to see his friends off. The guards bind the corpses of the cultists and offer you one to take back with the cart if you're willing.

Mynic: The satyr leaps upon the table, spilling drink and treading on food "I want decadence! I want pleasure to be the goal, and decay its end. As flowers live for the sun and blossom in fragrance and beauty and then fade into wilted echos, so should this land's death be! This is a doomed land, as all mortal lands are, though this one is closer to its great winter. The Castle Bleak must choose its death, and I would see them die a flowers death, they've had their day of sunlight, let the slide into decay begin. May they drink, may they close their eyes to the coming end, may they cling to their lost prosperity!!! If you would be my agent, then I would have you be an advocate for celebration and opulance! Convince them to waste their stores on festivals, to spend their time listening to songs and poetry of what once was, not listening to reports of their certain death. Descend them into the desperate madness of the once pretty fighting the inevitable ravage of time! For I am Nero, Lord of Falling Empires, and I would have this be their end!" His voice is a mix of fever, longing, madness, and an odd compassionate sincerity, as if he believes this would be the best thing for everyone...

(insight/knowledge): You know that the Autumn Court has strong symbolic ties to the end of life, the autumn years of the mortal coil as it were. His reasons for wanting this probably don't follow the mortal concepts of right and wrong, but more focuses on his ideal of emotions he believes should be felt to create the proper artistic ending to the realm. Or he's just plain nuts.