[ He thinks he's found the last of them, but with the way those irritating hunks of metal keep spitting out photographs it's hard to be sure. Still, a cursory glance on the ground shows no more blue-haired men fair of face and fine of body. If he exists anywhere in these photos, it's as Background NPC-chan.

Satisifed, he pushes himself back upright and heads back to where Cordelia stands with their collection. She brings up a good point: what do they do with all of these? ]

We could bury them, deep enough that no one stumbles across them. [ Ah but wait: ] Though the ground is sure to be frozen solid, not easily moved even with the sturdiest of shovels.

[ They could carry them around until they return to Thesa? But that's too much extra baggage. Store them in a locked chest somewhere? But what about thieves. Burn them? Perish the thought. ]

I'm not...certain, [ he finally admits.

Help him, Cordelia. ]