[After over a year here, is it really so surprising that Enoch spends many nights sleepless? The pain of a torn throat and the disturbing events that just happened only makes it worse.
So he makes his way across the moldy hall to room 3, where the thoroughly disturbed corpses lie scattered from various searches. He fishes his Fruit of Wisdom out of his cloak pocket, barely enough light to cast a wan bluish glow on the first corpse he comes to as he searches the body for identification. He whispers to it, all his throat will tolerate.]
I'm sorry, I don't know what name to call you...ah, there. "Shearer" - could your ancestors have worked with sheep? How far away from that peace we've come. [He clasps both hands over the glowing blue orb he holds, as the closest to prayer he can manage without giving up his light.] I pray that if souls depart in this world that there is also a place to rest and that you have found it. May God, or whoever watches over this world, be kind and just, and protect you from further harm for all eternity.
[He arranges the corpse in as comfortable-looking a position he can manage and moves on to the next. Given that this isn't his world and he has long since accepted that, the prayer is stripped down to that basic form, may your suffering be over, and if you persist may it be in peace. He can be found here through the night, whispering his prayers to the dead over his Heavenly artifact and arranging them as respectfully as he can when he still has to stack some on top of others.
It's not particularly useful. But it's something.]
Night 406-Early 407, OTA
So he makes his way across the moldy hall to room 3, where the thoroughly disturbed corpses lie scattered from various searches. He fishes his Fruit of Wisdom out of his cloak pocket, barely enough light to cast a wan bluish glow on the first corpse he comes to as he searches the body for identification. He whispers to it, all his throat will tolerate.]
I'm sorry, I don't know what name to call you...ah, there. "Shearer" - could your ancestors have worked with sheep? How far away from that peace we've come. [He clasps both hands over the glowing blue orb he holds, as the closest to prayer he can manage without giving up his light.] I pray that if souls depart in this world that there is also a place to rest and that you have found it. May God, or whoever watches over this world, be kind and just, and protect you from further harm for all eternity.
[He arranges the corpse in as comfortable-looking a position he can manage and moves on to the next. Given that this isn't his world and he has long since accepted that, the prayer is stripped down to that basic form, may your suffering be over, and if you persist may it be in peace. He can be found here through the night, whispering his prayers to the dead over his Heavenly artifact and arranging them as respectfully as he can when he still has to stack some on top of others.
It's not particularly useful. But it's something.]