Shiara Cazarin, bone mage
Shiara went to clean up first, though she'd avoided the worst of the muck. Still, the scent clung to her until she'd had a proper scrub. Then it was back to the church, to warn them of the hole in their crypts, and about the lapse in sanctified ground. They laughed at her for the second part -- not aloud, but she could see it in their eyes. It still stung her, not being taken seriously, but such was life.
Nor could she do much for reconsecration, alone, unsupported, and now under suspicion. She and Kem set up weak protections, more like wards than the safety of cleansed land, but between the Cursed and the sewers she could do little more.
The remainder of her afternoon was spent with a meal and the fingerbones she'd taken. There was still power to them, even completely separated from the rest. They resisted every cleansing ritual and ward she knew. Even her shield barrier hadn't worked fully against the Cursed -- a troubling matter, but she'd need more than just a couple fingerbones to fix that. Nor could she divine the source of their unholy energy. Until she had more Shiara would be little better than the dogs Sir Lucian had proposed, able to tell the presence of Cursed but little more.
She sighed and looked out her window. Speaking of, if she meaned to be any use at all she'd best be making her way to the bridges. Night was coming, and with it, danger.
She found Lucian calling to raise the bridges, and anger burned in her gut. There were still so many people on the far side -- and nothing she could do for them. Perhaps if she'd determined a method to pinpoint Cursed in a crowd....
No, she'd get there. Not that it would help those they condemned that night, but it would help others in the future...or so she hoped.
A book landed with a flop and a skid before them, and then the apprentice knight pulled herself over the top of the raised bridge. Shiara looked from her to Lucian and back, watching their silent exchange before speaking up herself.
"So what's the plan from here?"