Murphy could finally clear out that urn of ashes from his office.
For the Lord, this was good news, even if, as a Midnight Descendant Vampire, he might be seen as an evil being by others, as one born into darkness under the night sky. Yet having an urn of ashes as a decoration in one's place of work and living was still a bit too "avant-garde."
As he handed Mr. X's urn of ashes to Turner, he specifically reminded him:
"This has been purified, after all, you know his situation, consumed in part by the Purification Fire of the Avalon Church. It was a necessary act, I hope the Frost dwarfs won't mind."
"But what's left should be enough for Lord Ratir to rest in peace."
The Winter Wolf Monk did not pick and choose.
He held the urn of ashes with due reverence in both hands, and the moment he received it, the follower of the Winter Wolf sensed another presence on the urn.
It was as vast and intrusively profound as the watchful gaze of the God of the North Wind.
