"Our stories are done for this eve. All of our stories, our trades in life, our trades in death. Those dearly departed from us. You are all welcome to bring your stories to us up here and share them as you wish or speak among yourselves. Your pilgrimage is complete."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Please, come forward if you wish to say some words. It is said prayers can still be heard in Thal's halls. It is also said that offerings to Thal will help secure comfort in the afterlife.
Reinette Sompt: "To those who wish to share memories and tales, I shall be to this here the eastern portion of the cavern."
Sigurd Rainecourt: "I shall take the west. I have set up a place for offerings."
Sounsyy Mirke kneels before Sigurd Rainecourt.
Sounsyy Mirke with a bowed head, Sounsyy withdraws a coinpurse and deposits a medium sum. One coin for each of her dead. She gives a bow of her head, mutters a few words under her breath, and retreats to reflect.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the bowl for her offerings.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May your loved ones find comfort among Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have fortune in this life and the next.
Coatleque Crofte clears her throat.
Coatleque Crofte bows slightly to Kale. Â "If you would excuse me for a moment."
Coatleque Crofte quietly places a small pouch into the offering bowl.
Coatleque Crofte: "Thank you for your devotion in this."
Coatleque Crofte bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
Edda Eglantine approaches rather slowly, a set of old coins with hollowed centers wrapped around her wrist. "If you'd be so kind, sir, please say a prayer for my brother." She bows her head for a long moment.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "I am certain Thal will hear your prayers for your brother."
Edda Eglantine drops the string of coins within with some hesitation, before smiling. "Thank you, truly. May the Twelve ever guide your steps."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Nald'thal guide you in this life and the next.
Memeli Meli holds out some gil coins to leave as offering, aiming to place them in Siggy's little plate thing.
Sigurd Rainecourt kneels down to offer the plate for her.
Annunu Nunu holds out a pouch full of gil. Â "Please offer prayers for the safety of Chuta Allfriend, and be my intercessor with the Merchants in this matter."
Sigurd Rainecourt: May he have a comfortable passage into Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: And may Nald bring him fortune.
Annunu Nunu: Hopefully no time soon, o holy one.
Annunu Nunu bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
Annouille Andouillant blinks some more in confusion, then steps forward to speak with Sigurd.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Glad you could make it, Annie.
Annouille Andouillant: "Thank you. It was... comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'm glad you felt so.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Do you wish to offer prayers for someone or for yourself?
Annouille Andouillant shifts awkwardly. "I confess that... I am unfamiliar with... customs. I wanted to offer a prayer but I do not wish to act offensively..."
Annouille Andouillant: Can I pray for those who have already passed?
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is said that Thal's halls are lined with gold. Fortune in one's life can bring comfort afterward. Gil is customary, but Thal will hear prayers regardless.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly. "I see."
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for good fortune in life, offer your prayers to Nald. If you wish to pray for the dead or to secure your comfort in Thal's halls, Pray to Thal.
Annouille Andouillant: Thank you.
Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for fortune in life, then you pray to Nald. If you wish to pray for passage into the next, then you pray to Thal.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out an offering bowl. "Certainly. Do you wish to pray for yourself or someone in particular?"
Kale Aideron puts around his sword belt, finding his gil pouch. He plucks it off and drops the whole thing into the offering bowl, "Erm...myself..."
Kale Aideron looks down at his feet for a moment, not wishing to draw attention to himeslf over that particular detail.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have good fortune in this life and comfort in the next. Nald'thal grant you fortune.
Kale Aideron is not familiar with religious ceremony. He just stands there for an extra second or three, "Ah, that's it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Unless you wished to say a few words. (sorry I missed that at first)
Sigurd Rainecourt: it is said that your soul will be weighed by gil in the halls of Thal. Gil will secure comfort in the afterlife and offer you good fortune in life.
Kale Aideron seemed to have interpreted Sigurd's role as some sort of fortuneteller. He realizes this, and smiles politely, shaking his head, "No...thank you for the blessin', sir..."
Sigurd Rainecourt isn't anything like the sort. Sorry to disappoint. "May Nald'thal bring you fortune."
Kale Aideron bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
Kale Aideron gently pats Eskandar.
Kale Aideron returns, blinking a bit at the experience of having his prayer, "Well, 'opefully that 'undred gil goes somewhere..."
Kale Aideron lets his attention drift back to Eskandar, not wanting to intrude on the conversation, "I should 'ave you wait outside..."
T'ahl Tia: ..I have a question.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly.
T'ahl Tia: The offerings. What are they used for? You.. do not really use them to line temple walls, do you..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly not. That would be misusing offerings.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you do something useful with it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly no offerings are wasted. Everything is used to properly honor Nald'thal so that those prayers for fortune will be answered.
T'ahl Tia: That does not mean polishing them, though, right? This is near Ul'dah, so--
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order of Nald'thal has no connections with the monetarists, if that's what you mean.
T'ahl Tia nods, looking somewhat relieved. "That was a worry."
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order is independent. I was concerned about that at first too.
T'ahl Tia: It is sort of.. I mean. It is Ul'dah, so-- it is easy to wonder? I suppose.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I've lived in Thanalan all my life. It's always a concern. But now that I work closely with the Ossuary, I don't worry about it anymore.
T'ahl Tia: Â I mean, there is a certain reputation, so, it is not out of the realm of-- so. I am glad to hear, that. It is not.
T'ahl Tia nods. "I lived here a few years. It sort of put me on edge."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Right! I should leave an offering, then--" He carefully places the gil while saying a short prayer.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I consider myself a loyalist, personally, but I haven't really run into much trouble with the monetarists. Pay my taxes, follow the laws, offer my prayers.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "Pray to Nald for fortune in life and Nald for comfort in the next"
T'ahl Tia: They will not mind it, will they, if you pray for comfort for animals..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I see no reason they would.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Good. This-- do you do this often? I mean, holding ceremonies here?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is the first time, but I hope we'll have more. Jancis might know more since she organized the whole thing.
T'ahl Tia beams. "I hope so, too. I would come. It was-- comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: She's across the room in a red and black robe with a red cane.
T'ahl Tia looks over his shoulder. "I should thank her, then. Thank you, for-- taking your time."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly. I'm happy to help people and their loved ones.
T'ahl Tia: ..Does tapirs count as loved ones, in your mind?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'd think so. I know some who love their pets as much as one might love a child.
T'ahl Tia nods. "She is more family than a pet, really, so."
T'ahl Tia: Thank you. I should go voer there and-- thank some more people?
T'ahl Tia has poor social skills, and sort of wanders off.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Go well and may Nald'thal grant you fortune.
Sounsyy Mirke with a bowed head, Sounsyy withdraws a coinpurse and deposits a medium sum. One coin for each of her dead. She gives a bow of her head, mutters a few words under her breath, and retreats to reflect.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the bowl for her offerings.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May your loved ones find comfort among Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have fortune in this life and the next.
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Coatleque Crofte clears her throat.
Coatleque Crofte bows slightly to Kale. Â "If you would excuse me for a moment."
Coatleque Crofte quietly places a small pouch into the offering bowl.
Coatleque Crofte: "Thank you for your devotion in this."
Coatleque Crofte bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
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Edda Eglantine approaches rather slowly, a set of old coins with hollowed centers wrapped around her wrist. "If you'd be so kind, sir, please say a prayer for my brother." She bows her head for a long moment.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "I am certain Thal will hear your prayers for your brother."
Edda Eglantine drops the string of coins within with some hesitation, before smiling. "Thank you, truly. May the Twelve ever guide your steps."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Nald'thal guide you in this life and the next.
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Memeli Meli holds out some gil coins to leave as offering, aiming to place them in Siggy's little plate thing.
Sigurd Rainecourt kneels down to offer the plate for her.
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Annunu Nunu holds out a pouch full of gil. Â "Please offer prayers for the safety of Chuta Allfriend, and be my intercessor with the Merchants in this matter."
Sigurd Rainecourt: May he have a comfortable passage into Thal's halls.
Sigurd Rainecourt: And may Nald bring him fortune.
Annunu Nunu: Hopefully no time soon, o holy one.
Annunu Nunu bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
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Annouille Andouillant blinks some more in confusion, then steps forward to speak with Sigurd.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Glad you could make it, Annie.
Annouille Andouillant: "Thank you. It was... comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'm glad you felt so.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Do you wish to offer prayers for someone or for yourself?
Annouille Andouillant shifts awkwardly. "I confess that... I am unfamiliar with... customs. I wanted to offer a prayer but I do not wish to act offensively..."
Annouille Andouillant: Can I pray for those who have already passed?
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is said that Thal's halls are lined with gold. Fortune in one's life can bring comfort afterward. Gil is customary, but Thal will hear prayers regardless.
Annouille Andouillant nods slowly. "I see."
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for good fortune in life, offer your prayers to Nald. If you wish to pray for the dead or to secure your comfort in Thal's halls, Pray to Thal.
Annouille Andouillant: Thank you.
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Guillaume Rigolant peeks over Kale's shoulder.
Guillaume Rigolant: ... "Lo.
Kale Aideron is annoyed with Guillaume Rigolant.
Sigurd Rainecourt: If you wish to pray for fortune in life, then you pray to Nald. If you wish to pray for passage into the next, then you pray to Thal.
Kale Aideron: Oi...
Sigurd Rainecourt: Gill, what are you doing?
Guillaume Rigolant beams with delight at Kale Aideron.
Guillaume Rigolant: Waitin'.
Kale Aideron raises his palm slowly, and geeently places it on Guillaume's chest. He firmly but sloooowly pushes him away from him.
Guillaume Rigolant 's frown grows as he's pushed back.
Sigurd Rainecourt: You can come forward and make an offering or speak prayers if you like. You don't need to hide behind people.
Kale Aideron grunts, "Er...Nald, then..."
Kale Aideron: I 'ave...a 'undred gil to offer?
Guillaume Rigolant perks up at the mention of gil.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out an offering bowl. "Certainly. Do you wish to pray for yourself or someone in particular?"
Kale Aideron puts around his sword belt, finding his gil pouch. He plucks it off and drops the whole thing into the offering bowl, "Erm...myself..."
Kale Aideron looks down at his feet for a moment, not wishing to draw attention to himeslf over that particular detail.
Sigurd Rainecourt: May you have good fortune in this life and comfort in the next. Nald'thal grant you fortune.
Kale Aideron is not familiar with religious ceremony. He just stands there for an extra second or three, "Ah, that's it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Unless you wished to say a few words. (sorry I missed that at first)
Sigurd Rainecourt: it is said that your soul will be weighed by gil in the halls of Thal. Gil will secure comfort in the afterlife and offer you good fortune in life.
Kale Aideron seemed to have interpreted Sigurd's role as some sort of fortuneteller. He realizes this, and smiles politely, shaking his head, "No...thank you for the blessin', sir..."
Sigurd Rainecourt isn't anything like the sort. Sorry to disappoint. "May Nald'thal bring you fortune."
Kale Aideron bows courteously to Sigurd Rainecourt.
Kale Aideron gently pats Eskandar.
Kale Aideron returns, blinking a bit at the experience of having his prayer, "Well, 'opefully that 'undred gil goes somewhere..."
Kale Aideron lets his attention drift back to Eskandar, not wanting to intrude on the conversation, "I should 'ave you wait outside..."
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T'ahl Tia: ..I have a question.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly.
T'ahl Tia: The offerings. What are they used for? You.. do not really use them to line temple walls, do you..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly not. That would be misusing offerings.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Then, you do something useful with it?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly no offerings are wasted. Everything is used to properly honor Nald'thal so that those prayers for fortune will be answered.
T'ahl Tia: That does not mean polishing them, though, right? This is near Ul'dah, so--
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order of Nald'thal has no connections with the monetarists, if that's what you mean.
T'ahl Tia nods, looking somewhat relieved. "That was a worry."
Sigurd Rainecourt: The Order is independent. I was concerned about that at first too.
T'ahl Tia: It is sort of.. I mean. It is Ul'dah, so-- it is easy to wonder? I suppose.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I've lived in Thanalan all my life. It's always a concern. But now that I work closely with the Ossuary, I don't worry about it anymore.
T'ahl Tia: Â I mean, there is a certain reputation, so, it is not out of the realm of-- so. I am glad to hear, that. It is not.
T'ahl Tia nods. "I lived here a few years. It sort of put me on edge."
T'ahl Tia blinks. "Right! I should leave an offering, then--" He carefully places the gil while saying a short prayer.
Sigurd Rainecourt: I consider myself a loyalist, personally, but I haven't really run into much trouble with the monetarists. Pay my taxes, follow the laws, offer my prayers.
Sigurd Rainecourt holds out the offering bowl. "Pray to Nald for fortune in life and Nald for comfort in the next"
T'ahl Tia: They will not mind it, will they, if you pray for comfort for animals..?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I see no reason they would.
T'ahl Tia nods. "Good. This-- do you do this often? I mean, holding ceremonies here?"
Sigurd Rainecourt: It is the first time, but I hope we'll have more. Jancis might know more since she organized the whole thing.
T'ahl Tia beams. "I hope so, too. I would come. It was-- comforting."
Sigurd Rainecourt: She's across the room in a red and black robe with a red cane.
T'ahl Tia looks over his shoulder. "I should thank her, then. Thank you, for-- taking your time."
Sigurd Rainecourt: Certainly. I'm happy to help people and their loved ones.
T'ahl Tia: ..Does tapirs count as loved ones, in your mind?
Sigurd Rainecourt: I'd think so. I know some who love their pets as much as one might love a child.
T'ahl Tia nods. "She is more family than a pet, really, so."
T'ahl Tia: Thank you. I should go voer there and-- thank some more people?
T'ahl Tia has poor social skills, and sort of wanders off.
Sigurd Rainecourt: Go well and may Nald'thal grant you fortune.
Sigurd Rainecourt places the remaining offerings in the jar and offers more prayers for all those who prayed.