We rushed to Voxentrul. I took Mirci to the priest, her body was six days old.
Then he told me the price - 5 000gp. I had 250 at most.
I tried selling my gear, and the SO IMPORTANT RING I GOT FROM MR.T.
the gnome looked at it saing "It's an ordinary ring with Srying cast on it, means the caster can hear you and see you, not worth much."
I tried to tell mr.T. to help Mirci, not to let her die, that this is not the "destiny". No answear. Fuck him and his destiny. I didn't help him for himself anyways. I just wanted to save the drow baby.
Fuck your believes. A person died because it was the 'destiny' or is there 'greater purpose' behind her death? Fanatics.
I went to the bank to get a loan, and got none. This is what I got for saving people's lives.
The cashier then told me about an eyeless hobo near fisherman's gate. He said to sit next to him.
I did
"how much?" he asked me
"5 000gp"
a minute after a man dropped a diamond into my hands.
"You'll repay us twice in month."
I turned around and noded. This I knew was the end of Florence. I can't repay it. I'm an outcast now, hiding in the shadows. Who cares about their self-centered socials anyways, nothing but rats eating from a golden plate.
The spell worked, Mirci got ressurected. However, she wasn't happy to see me. I told her I'll be taking the drow baby to Gvaed. She is like us, blood hunters. She didn't choose to be chosen by 'fate'. Mirci didn't like the idea, but agreed. Then she left, not saying a word.
I did what I could. I may have lost a friend, but a least she lives.