Angel has taken the time to assemble the offerings needed for the funeral. Flowers for Serannai, and the wine for anointment and drinking. A bracelet braided of horsehair for Mortanne. Candles in green and grey and black and pale yellow. A loaf of bread. It's all in a pack on his back, ready for what's time come.

(Angel had quietly refused to let Ambrose pay for any of the arrangements, but he had accepted some candy--sesame brittle and honey drops--to be offered as well.)

As they arrive at the temple, Angel glances around the space quietly.

"I don't know the right prayers in Dwarvish. But I'll do my best in Emeran and hope that's okay."