A light filled wandering

[Anastasia]

"Well, I'm sure you'll all work it out one day," Tara says, "Don't be afraid. Everyone here is patient and forgiving."

[Iron Dragoon]

"If I were afraid I wouldn't still be around. But yes, it'll be water under the bridge. I should be going, someone is waiting on me. Are you sure I can't do anything for you?"

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine," Tara waves you off and...

Next move?

[Iron Dragoon]

Back I guess. Finish this lesson up and maybe make some inquiries about how to find my brother's after life.

[Anastasia]

We'll focus on the latter real quick - how do you plan to inquire about that?

[Iron Dragoon]

Was hoping Moore could point me in the right direction, barring that, try some wandering and hope I find the path with Shaundakul's help.

[Anastasia]

Thus you return to Hope's Landing. In the courtyard you find Cresiel, tending to a pair of horses. "Alyssa," he comes to you in greeting, "How was your wandering?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Tumultuous and soothing in turn. A disagreement and a wonderful meal. How are things here?"

[Anastasia]

"Peaceful," Cresiel says, "Do you need aid or advice, Alyssa?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"I was hoping for some help. My elder brother was murdered when I was a child. I was hoping to... Find him. In the after life."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel nods slightly, "How old was he?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Just into his teens. I was very young."

[Anastasia]

"Old enough, then," Cresiel muses, "Did he do anything of great virtue or great woe?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa's eyebrows slant down fractionally at the insinuation that her brother was anything but wonderful, "... He was my father's apprentice. A blacksmith of a local Lord. Nothing more, and nothing more needed."

[Anastasia]

"I understand," Cresiel says solemnly, a moment of consideration. "There is but one more thing needed: Had he chosen to revere and serve a particular deity or faith?"