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Lua's eyebrows lifted as Shiara snatched up the old raven's shovel at the first opportunity. This dreary morning was proving to be more interesting, and irritating, than she'd expected. The armored stranger joined in the conversation without introducing herself, merely giving a nod towards the Raven Lords before posing questions to the impudent bone woman. Lua returned Mergoux's nod before looking to the mage. 

[color=ed145b]“You want to have a chat with the Cursed? Be my guest. When he gives you one of these, you'll understand [i]our[/i] business.”[/color] She said harshly and swept back the damp hair obscuring a wide scar along her forehead. The central, jagged mark was dotted along one side with tiny scars, showing where crude sutures had once reattached part of her scalp. As long as Shiara was holding one shovel hostage, the apprentice had twice the digging to do, so she set to work. 

When she disturbed the surface, a bubble briefly appeared in the mud before popping. Decomposition gases? If the corpse was rotting normally, that was good news. Still, she should've been able to smell the rot, even through her mask. Another shovel-full, another bubble. That wasn't right. Lua had desecrated more than her share of graves, and that was too much gas. She pulled the mask from her face and sniffed. 

That smell... Not rot, not shit, but... 

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