Slipping into a nearby shadow, she crept down through the house. Sure enough, Galahad was sorting and filing runes, and rearranging the shelving. Careful to stay hidden, Myra made her way to the door. He had the front doors propped open to catch the springtime breeze and she took advantage of that, by slipping out the doors and off into the forests unnoticed.

Once she was just out of sight of Galahad's house, she took out her runebook. She would retrieve Q'wellen's body... she couldn't leave it to whatever the lich might do with it. With whispered words of power, she found herself standing knee-deep in a snowdrift. She shivered. She was still weakened from the draining she'd received from the lantern, and she hadn't slept very well.

The hoarse croaking of a group of ravens circling overhead drew her attention. Quickly she made her way toward the Temple of Khellenduras. She could see some shape in the 'front yard' area before the tower. As she got closer, she noticed that whatever it was was the point of interest for the ravens. She hurried forward at first, and then slowed her steps...

That was Q'wellen's head on a pike. A raven was perched upon his hair, pecking at his one remaining eye. The flesh, preserved mostly due to the cold of the island, was a cold, beyond-dead grey-blue. The carnivorous birds had pecked away his lips, leaving a gruesomely mocking smile upon his face. The tips of his once delicate elven ears where tattered, the blood long ago dried.

Behind the head, suspended on a larger pole was what remained of Q'wellen's body. It had been disemboweled. What remained of his entrails was scattered about in the defiled snow. Most of these were also being pecked at ravenously by the birds. There was little flesh left on the tattered form hanging there. She could hardly recognize it as an elf, let alone as Q'wellen.

She dropped to her knees, her stomach heaving. She'd had nothing to eat, so there was nothing for her to retch up onto the snow. Giving herself a few moments, she closed her eyes and slowly stood. She left him here to this, and she would take him from this place.

With a blank expression, she moved over to what remained of her friend, shooing the ravens away. She shot a few down. Those that had been particularly gluttonous, and were too heavy to fly, found themselves the victims of her silent rage. She grabbed the birds, ignoring what pecks or scratches they inflicted upon her delicate hands, and snapped their necks.

She gathered every... bit of Q'wellen she could find, and put him carefully into a crate she'd brought. Settling the crate into her magical bag, she turned her attention to the dead ravens that littered the ground. One at a time she took the ravens and slit their throats, bleeding them out onto the front steps of Khellenduras' temple. When she had finished with this, she opened the door to the temple and threw the carcasses inside.

Not bothering to look back, she knelt, cleaned her hands in a patch of virgin snow, and whispered the words that would take her to one of Q'wellen's favorite spots. The waterfall north of the Justice Shrine. She built a pyre on the cliff that overlooked the northeastern side of the falls, and there it was that she put Q'wellen's remains to rest. The ashes, she scattered into the falls. It was there she sat, in quiet contemplation for the rest of the night.