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"I needed money and they wouldn't have needed it anyway even if they weren’t piles of ashes"
"You could have at least had the good sense to share the money you found with your friends," Freya commented, glaring at him.
In response Merren turned to the two witches.
"Are we friends?" he asked.
"Dude, we've been watching your back the whole fight..." Luz exclaimed, crossing her arms.
"Being our friend is the least," Amity nodded.
"Mh, sounds logical," Merren replied and then put a hand under his trench coat and took out two leather bags from a shoulder bag.
"Here you are, forty gold coins each," he said, placing them on the table and then eyeing Freya and with a slight sigh handing one to the latter too.
"Thank you, I will use this money to alleviate the suffering of these people a little," Freya said, offering a nod.
"As you like and also... I accept, mainly because I need money", said the half-elf, tapping his index finger on the table.
"Even if it's not for the reasons I hoped for, I still appreciate your choice", nodded the paladin and then turned to the two witches.
"You two instead?" she asked.
Luz and Amity exchanged another look, it was a difficult decision.
On the one hand they wanted to help these people because it was the right thing to do, but on the other hand they couldn't risk dying and wandering in an endless limbo.
"Mh, can we discuss this in private before we give you an answer?", Amity asked, giving her a slight smile.
"Of course, take your time," Freya nodded and then took her leave.
"I'm going to rest, you can discuss in peace," said Merren and then got up and left.
The two witches let out a tired sigh, slumping onto the table.
"So... what do we want to do?", Luz asked with a dejected look.
"The wisest choice would be to refuse and stay here... at least until the next vampiric attack," Amity murmured dejectedly.
The Latina gently caressed her back.
"You know I want to help these people, right?" said Luz.
"I know and I would like too... but we have too much at stake to risk," commented her girlfriend.
"It's true...", nodded the human witch.
They stood there in silence for a few moments when Luz stood up, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes slightly.
"But what if we found a way to be extra cautious?" she asked.
"And how?" Amity asked in turn.
Luz's eyes widened, snapping her fingers.
"Merren said Freya was a paladin, right? From what I remember, Zarwid mentioned that paladins can use resurrection spells, maybe we could ask Freya to use it on us if we ever die"
"But we should explain to her all the mess we've found ourselves in, we can't ask her something like that out of the blue," Amity replied, demoralizing Luz a little.
"This is true and what are the chances of her believing it?" she murmured.
The purple-haired witch approached the human, stroking her back consolingly.
"Don’t worry, I'm sure that if we explained to her what is strictly necessary without going into too much detail she would help us"
"Are you sure?", said Luz, looking up a little and getting an affirmative nod and a soft one.
"Okay then, let's do it!", exclaimed the human, hugging the witch and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
A few hours later the two witches called the paladin back while Merren joined them not long after.
Sitting at one of the tables, Freya waited curiously for their response as the two witches exchanged a tense look.
"So? Have you made a decision? Will you accompany us?" asked the paladin.
"Before we decide there is one thing we should inform you of and that it would be best for you to know," Amity said.
"And it's a big thing and I think you'll have a hard time believing it," Luz added.
"Explain and I will judge for myself whether to believe you or not," Freya replied calmly.
Luz and Amity exchanged one last look and then took a deep breath.
"We are from another world," Amity began.
"And we found out... from a powerful wizard, if you want to put it that way, that if we die here we will end up in endless limbo," Luz said immediately after.
The two witches looked at the two, Merren showing an unimpressed look while Freya looked a little surprised.
"You're from another world, huh? Which one?" asked the half-elf.
"Um... from... the Boiling Isles?", Luz replied uncertainly.
"Mh, never heard of this dimensional plane, but it doesn't surprise me... I didn't know about the Shadowfell before meeting my Patron," the other shrugged.
"Wait, you're a Warlock?" Freya asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Warlock? Is that an edgy way of saying bard?" Amity asked, confused.
"No... whatever edgy means," Merren said, waving a hand.
"I am a Bard, yes ... but also a Warlock, someone who has made pacts with extraplanar entities receiving occult knowledge in exchange for favors, there are many types, the classic pacts with devils and demons, but also with fairies, celestials, powerful undeads and in my case... with a magical sword that acts as an int...
"You actually mentioned them before you went out to fight the vampires," Luz noted.
"And what does this Lord of Owls expect from you in exchange for the powers they gave you?", Freya asked, her tone calm but slightly inquisitorial.
"Nothing too alarming, just the extermination of any undead that crosses my path... the Lord of Owls is obsessed with the balance of life and death, a bit like the God of the Deads Erlicc, only my patron prefers to act directly," replied the other.
"This doesn't explain how you can cast a fireball, however, from what I know, it's not a spell that a bard or warlock can normally learn," the paladin asked again.
Merren raised a brow.
"Thanks to a Spellmark, a very special mystical tattoo that I've had since birth... and which I don't want to talk about," he said, then looked back at the two witches and changed the subject.
"As for you two... oof, sorry, you're in a tough spot if that's what awaits you upon death."
"Yes, but we've thought of a solution to that," Luz said and then turned her gaze to Freya.
"You're a paladin, aren't you? If we ever end up in a situation like this you could easily bring us back to life, right?"; she asked.
"Well... technically yes, but... I'm not at the point where I can bring anyone back to life yet," she revealed, causing the two witches" morale to go down a notch.
"Really? Yet I saw you use Daylight, you should be fully capable of casting Revivify, it's a spell from the same circle," Merren commented, perplexed.
"That is not a thing of me being a paladin, but a legacy of me being an Aasimar," the young woman replied.
"Ah, I see," the half-elf nodded.
"Aasimar?" Amity asked, perplexed.
Freya gave her a nod.
"Yes, I have a celestial lineage... one of my ancestor some time ago had relations with an angel," she revealed, surprising Luz quite a bit.
"Do you have an angel as an ancestor!? Like a man with wings and a halo!?" asked the human witch, amazed.
"From what my parents told me, yes... but I've never been interested in it honestly," she shrugged.
"But anyway, if this is your problem it can easily be remedied, I still won't be able to learn a resurrection spell but nothing stops me from casting it through a scroll", she explained, lighting a beacon of hope in the two.
"Are you serious? And where can we get scrolls like that?" Amity asked hopefully.
"Well, our best option would be Pearlpoint, but it's practically a thousand miles away from here... it'll take us two weeks of walking to get there and then, those scrolls cost a lot and I don't think any of us have enough money for take even just one of them," Freya replied regretfully.
"Nothing that taking a trivial task at an adventurers" guild won't solve, how much will a scroll cost? Five hundred gold pieces? Let's look for some monster we can easily take down and we'll do it," Merren replied.
"It's an idea, but it will still be a long journey," Freya replied.
"Actually, the distance isn't a problem for the two of us," Luz commented.
"Yeah, our palismen are extremely fast," Amity said, calling Ghost back and giving her chin an affectionate scratch.
"You mean that cat?" asked Merren, perplexed.
"Yes, they can become magical staffs on which we can fly," explained the witch, changing the small animal into a staff.
"We traveled fifty miles in a couple of minutes," she revealed, surprising both the half-elf and the aasimar quite a bit.
"Woah... they are... very fast," Merren nodded, genuinely impressed.
"So... do we have a plan?" Freya asked, quickly regaining her composure.
"Yup, let's fly to Pearlpoint, earn enough money to buy some resurrection scrolls, and we can proceed with the investigation of this vampiric plague!", Luz exclaimed, standing up and making a determined fist.
Merren smirked, crossing his arms.
"I like your enthusiasm...let the hunt begin then!"
The afternoon sun illuminated the houses of Silverreach, some of them somewhat scorched but otherwise intact.
Many of the inhabitants were recovering from the recent vampire attack and were arranging funeral pyres for the poor victims.
Freya was a few steps away from them, offering silent prayers to the Mother Earth Irudd that their souls may find peace.
Merren, Luz and Amity were not far away, the two witches were sorry for all those victims while the half-elf stared blankly, even if with a careful eye one could perceive his disturbance.
"Do you usually burn your dead here?" Amity asked in a calm but respectful tone.
"No, usually we bury them, for a symbolic thing like "Irudd gives life to the earth and Erlicc watches over the dead', burning the dead is more for orc tribes who worship their god Freight, the Lord of Blood or the human tribes in the frozen north who worship Abrabairn, the Storm God," the half-elf explained.
"You have many Gods here," observed the witch.
"Eh, not many ... of the Nine Gods only six are generally venerated by most peoples"
"Why?", Luz asked with a little curiosity.
"Because most people frown upon those who worship a patron deity of Assassins, one of dark magic... and Freight is only worshiped by orcs and a few half-orcs, after all I don't think people like a God obsessed with blood and hard hierarchies of power," replied the half-elf.
"I can imagine," the Latina said with a slight grimace.
"Anyway they burn the bodies to prevent other feral vampires to rise, when you are killed by the bite of a feral vampire or a vampire spawn, you resurrect after three days as a feral vampire... and it's a horrendous sentence," the other commented shortly after .
"We've seen it firsthand and it's true," the girl nodded, returning her gaze to the pyres.
"Can I ask you a question?", asked Amity, turning to the half-elf, the latter nodded.
"What's the difference between a feral vampire and a vampire spawn?" she asked.