The Stone had kept himself on the sidelines and had been watching the events unfold. They had not needed his strength until now, nor his blessings. He was content with not doing anything until he saw the souls. He hated talking to the dead, but he kneeled down near the river anyway. "All the gods have forsaken me but one, I owe him a lot, at least this much." He then stood back up and watched what the others were doing. 

Some were talking, some were freeing the bote from the ice, and some wouldn't be an issue anyway in a fight. Most here were physical fighters, that wouldn't matter to him. The collecter could be a problem, but he would deal with him if it was needed. The transportation was ready and he followed the others onto the boat and went down the river. "Now how did light get here?"