In the early hours of the night, two figures kneel beside the grave of Florette Patos. One, an older, clerical man, wears red and white robes. The other, a pale-skinned, black-haired half-elf, wears the white and red of the Knights Templar.
The duo speaks in hushed tones. The half-elf's face is often contorted with sorrow. At times, tears wet his cheeks. His companion carries himself with a calm, compassionate air throughout the exchange.
They remain kneeling until after dawn, when they rise and the cleric places his hand on the half-elf's forehead. After more hushed words, the cleric departs, leaving the half-elf beside the grave.
The lone figure remains on the hillside for some time, speaking softly as he gazes at the marker. Eventually, he kneels and deposits something beside it in the grass, then dips his head and turns away.