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16th of Summer 517AV
"This, indeed, seems to be it." Grim spoke to nobody in particular, his gaze stretching over the building that raised in front of him.
Somehow, it stood out from the rest of Riverfall. Where other structures were adorned with colorful facades and lacquered woodwork, the Mourner's Rest was as if ripped from another part of the world, and placed there, at the water's edge. If he did not know of it's purpose, the Eiyon would have thought of it to be something stuck in the middle of construction, a bare skeleton of stacked stone.
Exactly how he liked it.
The raven haired man took a step towards the grassy door, reluctant to enter. He did not wish to appear unskilled to Goora, his new mentor and employer. Yet, he saw no graveyard around the structure, just a garden of neatly trimmed grass. What would they even do with the bodies? Insight was denied to him seeing as there were no windows for him to peer inside the slaten box.
"Should be done by sunset." He spoke, nudging the crow that rested on his shoulder. With that, Dusk flapped wearily his dark wings, before ascending into the air, his direction being the city that raised some distance away.
"How long do you plan on standing there?" Came a gruff, although unmistakably feminine voice from inside.
Startled, the Eiyon took another second to absorb the exterior, before entering the darkness. Well, she seemed friendly enough.
The room that welcomed him was quite bare, stripped of everything unnecessary - such as furniture. It was, likewise notably colder that the outside. The walls were thick, and served as a decent enough isolation. If they do not bury the bodies, Grim thought, keeping the from warmth was crucial. He could smell no rot in the dry air, nothing but death. And... flowers?
"You must be Goora." He would speak, curving his lips in what was a pleasant smile.
The woman in front of him appeared to already be in the process of preparing a body for the funeral rite. She was rather old, though somehow, retained both the the grace and finesse if someone twice younger. Then again, maybe she was just too much of an expert in her field. There were more than a few rumors circulating around the taverns Grim frequented. And from what he has heard, she used to be a warrior of great merit back in her day, brutal and fearsome.
Yet, Grim felt all but intimidated. It was strange, in a way. He knew that she too, was marked by Dira, two times in fact. It might be simply because she is the first Eiyon that he had ever seen, or just that the goddess had seen something in the both of them. Whatever the reason, he felt as if they were of the same kin.
Granted, the fact that she still said nothing, letting the Raven haired man stand a few places from her idle, made the situation no less awkward.