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::Jin begins the dirge with a soft hum of magical resonance as he calls upon the gods for an audience::
"On top of old Otho......
all covered in death....
may rest find you comfort...
not withered and.......

Hey Otho, You're back!!!
::hug::

.."you look terrible"

Otho sputters back into the land of the living, though he is somewhat worse for ware. "They'll na get me that easily," he says incredulously. "Sing a dirge for Balen, if ye must sing. I'd reckon that he needs it more."