The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out
"He was a successful man. I am proud to have him as my ancestor." Abasi felt a pang in his chest as he realised he had not left his offerings for his ancestors since he had come to Caido. Perhaps he could make a small shrine for them in the manor - hopefully Loren wouldn't mind.
He smiled and nodded. He could not remember well his time blighted, only seemed to recall it in flashes of rage-filled memories and confused dreams, but he knew he was glad Loren had been there through it.
Abasi stood to let Remi in, waving a dismissive hand at his words. "There is no requirement for artistic skill. I personally have no talent for it. Some people have simply written." And while he might not care for what they had written, it remained on the wall as all of them would.
The room he took Remi into was pristine perfectly clean, to the point where it was hard to believe it had been an abandoned building only a week prior. A table laid out in the middle of the room had along it many different tools; knives, spoons, hooks, all with the purpose of embalming or removing parts of corpses. Cupboards along the walls were labelled with a language Remi did not recognise that appeared to be largely pictorial, while the wall featured 4 charcoal-painted depictions of the end of life. No bodies were currently in the mortuary, but the space at the back with a cold emanating from it was clearly for the storage of corpses when they would arrive.
"I have tried to make it look as professional and clean as possible, to encourage members of the public to engage with me." Abasi declared, looking across to Remi as if asking for confirmation of it's cleanliness and professionalism.
He smiled and nodded. He could not remember well his time blighted, only seemed to recall it in flashes of rage-filled memories and confused dreams, but he knew he was glad Loren had been there through it.
Abasi stood to let Remi in, waving a dismissive hand at his words. "There is no requirement for artistic skill. I personally have no talent for it. Some people have simply written." And while he might not care for what they had written, it remained on the wall as all of them would.
The room he took Remi into was pristine perfectly clean, to the point where it was hard to believe it had been an abandoned building only a week prior. A table laid out in the middle of the room had along it many different tools; knives, spoons, hooks, all with the purpose of embalming or removing parts of corpses. Cupboards along the walls were labelled with a language Remi did not recognise that appeared to be largely pictorial, while the wall featured 4 charcoal-painted depictions of the end of life. No bodies were currently in the mortuary, but the space at the back with a cold emanating from it was clearly for the storage of corpses when they would arrive.
"I have tried to make it look as professional and clean as possible, to encourage members of the public to engage with me." Abasi declared, looking across to Remi as if asking for confirmation of it's cleanliness and professionalism.
No dawn, no day
I'm always in this twilight
ABASI
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