Re: quicklog:eddie/cris
I did bury him, actually. It just wasn't as proper as I wanted. Not like I could call his friends from the Capital and say come mourn your dead snakeman friend! [Eddie sighed and shook his head. To be honest, his own faith was turning into a mix of every religion he had encountered, polytheism on steroids, but he had always believed in funerals. He had given plenty to friends that were thieves, killers, madmen. It was a tradition.] Whether or not the explosion shook the ground enough to destroy the body, I don't know. But there will be enough left for you to identify.
[Eddie handed Cris a little handmade map of the area with the burial site marked a half mile away.] You'll find what you need there. [He sat back and rand his fingers through his hair.] I knew eventually that this town would get so weird that working with law enforcement would make the most sense. I've seen ghosts and strange things in the woods, but things like this are dangerous. I can't keep sneaking around trying to solve problems on my own. [And I can't trust Bruce or Stephanie anymore was an unsaid thing that those who knew Eddie would have heard.]