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The group gather their belongings, stowing the armour and weapons from the fallen dwarven skeletons they had battled in the bag of holding, and the various valuable trinkets found from the hidden tomb in their packs.

It seemed longer, but perhaps just three hours had passed since they first entered the dungeon, and with legs that ached with more than just fatigue and cold did they start to make their way up the stairs bearing Larz and Herod's bodies between them. Drained, in more ways than one, the group exited through the rune etched archway into the large cellars.

Of Harius there is no sign, so they retrace their path, returning up through the levels of cellars. It was literally at the last set of stairs that they first spotted someone, a dwarf who seems to almost leap out of his skin with fright as he spots the bedraggled forlorn group emerging out of the darkness.

He yells out something in dwarvish, and by the time the group arrive at the top stairs, they spot Harius approaching at a run, one hand holding his axe to stop it flapping at his hip, the other still holding a scroll of paper he'd been writing on.

Skidding to a halt, the dwarven leader looks at the party appraisingly, his expression showing concern as he sees their sad burden.

"My sympathies for your loss!" he says solemnly, his gravity spoilt only slightly by him being out of breath still. He looks from face to face, searching for some sign that they had succeeded where Sonnlinor Dvalin Thunderhammer had previously failed.

Dorn coughs suddenly and turns to face Harius...it is good to see him for some reason..."Errr excuse me, i am at a loss of my wits lately. Hail Harius, yes we have been victorious and at a great cost. Our companions that fell are heroes and they will be honored..." Dorn cetainly doesnt look as sturdy as he is trying to sound, but he continues in a steady voice... "We have destroyed a great evil down there and the halls are much safer. We have also found a secret room that contained a coffin, this coffin is in danger of falling to the bottom of a deep watery hole. I would suggest gathering some ropes, maybe some hooks and some men to try and pull it up as soon as possible. the secret room it was found in contained many items, some valuable as far as i could guess. We have brought some with us for you and us to examine and perhaps discuss."

Dorn stops talking and is almost out of breath and slightly red in the face, as if he had been holding is breath the whole time, as seems to wait to see if someone else starts talking.

Harius seems both pleased to hear of the party's success, yet also saddened by their loss. "Me condolences to clan Fireforge - I'm sure he'll be missed by all."

Turning to another dwarf, Harius barks out a few orders in dwarvish and turns back to the party as the other dwarf runs off to comply. "Fer clearing out this undead menace, we offer yer our thanks. I've sent fer some help with yer burden - we'll lay Larz and yer other colleague - Battleguard Herod if I recall - in the temple to Moradin." He looks around at the group. "Me thinks the crypt below can wait a while longer, but perhaps yer need t' see Sonnlinor Dvalin sooner rather than later by the look of yer".

"Indeed. The undead monstrosity had a vicious final reposte that has affected many of us. It seems to have drained us of our very vitality, and as you can see, we will need some help. I'm sure that from what I have seen of Sonnlinor Dvalin, he will indeed be of great help in removing this curse. At least we have helped this great hold in some way." Milo says as he looks over the group again. This time his worry is more evident, as he has had time to think about what he needed to do to restore the group to their old ways. The help of the dwarven cleric and his temple would make it much easier to countermind the evil done to them that day.

"We would be most grateful for your aid in this matter. It is kind of you to offer." Vaslin thanks the dwarf for his generosity. In her mind, it never hurt to praise a worthy act of kindness.

Cleo nods in aggreemnet, "A big fire and hot mulled cider would be greatly appreciated, also." Her outside had been warmed by the meager fire they had built, but her insides still felt cold.

"Thank you for your offer to bear our companions to the temple, I would like to go with them to the temple..." Dorn's face puffs up a little and turns slightly red as the strain to contain his tears almost breaks him, but with a snuff of his nose and a shake of his head Dorn continues.... "Perhaps later we can gather for a meal and discuss what happened and make plans for ceremonies for the fallen and then what to do next. I can think of no better way to honor the lost Unknowns than with a meal, stories and of course drinks." Towards the end , Dorn's voice regains its steadiness and he appears to have regained his composure.

Harius and the dwarves assist the party in taking the fallen through to the temple of Moradin. Once there, Sonnlinor Dvalin Thunderhammer hurries over and listens to the party's tale of the Deathshrieker. Hearing about how they had been drained by its death cry, he looks grave. "I may have something that can help ye" he says after a moment. He disappears off into a back room of the temple returning a short while later with a bundle of scrolls. "These are a number of restoration scrolls that were written by me predecessor. They should make yer feel better." He unrolls one and reads it, touching Milo at the end of the spell. Immediately, Milo feels as if a pressure has been relieved from him. He does however start to notice that the pull of the sigils is back again - he can feel it now the numbness of the negative level has been removed. The need to move on - to continue his journey to Daggerdale is now nagging him gently at the back of his mind.

The priest goes on to read scrolls for all others who had been drained - who likewise can feel that subtle pressure again.

Milo expressed his appreciation at the restoration of his powers from the kind actions of the dwarven cleric, and asked if perhaps they could talk later. He wanted to spend some time discussing simple thoughts on religion and how best to aid the remaining dwarves. He was willing to spend some time discussing the different views on the world held by their gods.