Until Death Do Us Part

Filthy scum! Leaves me for his damn crusade. Because "the Light is the most important thing we have against the threats the undead pose."

Well, what about his children?! What about ME?! Night after night I sat patiently waiting for him... always second to his blasted duty!

Well, witness what "justice" brings you, <name>! He's dead and I'm bearing the very thing he was trying to stop!

Take this piece of junk and put it on his tomb at the Sepulcher. I want nothing to do with it anymore... or him!

The stone is cold to the touch, but has obviously been abused. Trash litters the area; nicks and gashes decorate the relief atop the coffin; and the foliage around the grave has started to grow over the site.

No one cares for whoever is buried here, especially not any victims of the plague.

You place the worthless pendant on the grave, and the gemstone within the setting seems to dull noticeably.

As you stand to leave, you look down at the pendant; it lies lifelessly over the hands of the relief sculpted into the top of the coffin. Your thoughts are interrupted by a stiff, cool breeze passing over the Sepulcher. For a moment everything around you is silent.