At the memorial service for Olithar at the temple of Sarenrae.

Near the conclusion of the service, Kane wearing the formal robes of an under-priest of Desna (colorful butterflies and all) walks slowly to the front of the room. Head bowed, he waits for the chuckles from the party to subside and whispering in general to stop.

In a soft voice

“I first met Olithar a couple months ago. Looking back, I can see the gentle touch of the Lady guiding me onto this path. For I was indeed lucky the day I met Olithar, he and his companions rescued me from being a sacrifice to the darkest of enemies. I did not see the Lady’s hand at this time, nor did I see the Light that guided Olithar to this meeting place, but I know now our paths were meant to cross. Olithar, like all big folk, was a mystery to me. He was a man of fiery passions. That was no more evident than on the fields of battle, always leading the charge, taking the fight to those that preyed on the weak and helpless. But, after battle and off the battlefield, Olithar was as gentle a soul as you would ever meet. He was taken into the Light before I could truly begin to understand him. He was a companion, a friend, and a mentor. Though we followed different paths to where we met, we parted company much to soon.”

Kane walks over to where urn containing Olithar’s ashes rest. Pausing, he bows his head in silent prayer. A continual flame appears in front of the urn. Turning back to the audience.

“I will always feel his loss, but am comforted that he is at peace in the Light.”

With that Kane steps down and returns to his place in the audience.