To Your Scattered Bodies Go [M1]

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"His status is sadly way more complicated than that." She reacted to his emotional reaction with stoicism. "The link between the body and the soul is rarely cleanly severed upon ordinary death, not to mention a violent one like in his case. If it were otherwise, funerary rites and many other practices would be redundant. If one is a Dustman with conviction, they should always assume that mortal coil isn't vacated until proven otherwise."

She gave his garments a careful look, drawing some disturbing conclusions from the observation. Why not a Dustman's robe?

"If my judgement was too harsh, my apologies. I have no firm way of telling whether it was indeed foolishness or manipulation. But I'd rather not see the dead disrespected on my watch."

If the gnome still wanted to leave, she'd let it.

[Gizby Brightshadow]

Gizby hesitates, and notices Akh looking his appearance up and down. "It's handcrafted, made it myself. I could make you one, if you'd like. Or anything else, really. I'm a leather-man." Although it seemed Gizby was trying to promote his business, he was self-conscious of her obvious judgement. "I have only been in Sigil for six months, and the Dustmen speak to me. I clearly have much more to learn, both the customs of this world, and the teachings of the Dustmen. I hope we can meet again, and I would gladly accept your guidance regarding the dead. Farewell, Dead Hoon. It was a pleasure."

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"I can help you, but you can also help yourself by reading in our library. Until next time then." She simply nodded, trying not to show that the meeting was leaving her distraught for reasons not directly related to Gizby.

She'd dallied too much here, there were other duties, and then meeting Dhall again. She'd probably have to take some paperwork home.

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