Saira was the very image of Eastern formality as she sat in a kneeling posture on a patch of grass, bowl perfectly balanced in her two hands, taking in her fill of the meaty stew without as much as a spilled drop. Even though as an Undead she had no need of sustenance like the living, there was a strange amount of comfort in carrying out the motions of one who was still living. Perhaps it was an inherent need of all undead to relive certain parts of their past lives that they felt compelled to consume food and nourishment even though souls were what they now truly desired.

"Bah, do not flatter yourselves. This bonfire is my home. I happened to be preparing supper for myself. I didn't ask for you noisy lot to intrude" Saira overheard the Masked Firekeeper respond with disdain at the man dressed in white, who was busy writing into his book while taking in another mouthful of his stew.

Saira carefully lowered the bowl towards her knees as she looked towards the masked woman, while a rather large mustached man nearby noisily downed the rest of his stew.

[color=6ecff6]"This meal is most delicious, I offer my greatest thanks for your generous hospitality."[/color] Saira said in a calm tone of formality with as much of a bow as her posture would allow without disturbing the stew inside the bowl she held. Before Saira could bring the bowl to her lips once more to finish the remaining stew, a distinct sound of metal upon stone rang out quietly some distance away, resembling deliberately muted footsteps. Before the sounds became more audible, they abruptly stopped.

[color=6ecff6]"Another appears, it seems. Please, feel free to join this little group of lost souls."[/color] Saira spoke out loud to the new presence as she brought up the bowl of stew, decisively finishing the remains contained within.