Erwun stood over the autopsy table, dressed in a leather smock that had several stains from suspicious sources, scalpel in hand. The corpses in question were those of the former Guardians. One of the former defenders of Dara, he seemed to be sliced open by a wild animal. The only difference was that the wounds were burned, as if run over a pit of coals. It was something that could only have come from one source. Back when Haljon abandoned hi- when he was separated from the group, he saw things, things that no one else saw. Not even Ephraim. Catching his breath, Erwun took a few seconds to focus, and then went back to his work. 

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The only remaining Calfrace backed away from the autopsy table, and looked over the corpses. He had sewed and cleaned up the mangled bodies, his skill evident in the fact that they were suitable for an open casket wake. Pulling on his [url=http://iplehouse.com/home/data/item/1605903883_l1]coat[/url], the Undertaker readied his equipment. Due to the violent death of the former Guardians, Erwun should be ready for anything. Besides, he had a few enemies on the streets, and even if they didn't try and get to him in the daytime, there were still quite a few dark alleyways. Everything fit under or in the pockets of his coat, except for his crossbow. That had to hang off the holster at his hip, the only visible weapon. 

Stepping out into the daylight, the cobble of the Yamiss district was swept immaculately, as always. To the left, a lonely elf wandered a remembrance garden, flowers in full bloom. To the right, the Calfrace Mausoleum stood tall, a marble and granite testament to death. However, none of this was of his concern, this morning. Avoiding conversation in the streets as much as possible, Erwun arrived early to the meeting, and waited in the corner, where the shadows concealed him, for the most part. If someone looked, they would see him, but it would prevent unwanted attention from coming to him. He listened, disinterested, until the very end, when they chose a course of action. 

[b]"I'll get in touch with my network. See what they know. I don't really care what you all do about it, as long as you do something." [/b] Sticking around to hear their plans, Erwun leaned against a wall, arms crossed.