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Interactions: [@Searat]Robert,[@reusablesword]Mirik,[@lmpkio]Vera[/center]
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Flora Funeral Home and Mortuary
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There was a sickly sweet scent in the confines of the room, threatening to suffocate its residents if not for the fact that one of them already wasn't breathing. The darker-skinned man examined the corpse on the table carefully, there were no lesions or punctures, nor any significant bruising aside from those under the eyes that spoke of far too many sleepless nights. The larger one on the elderly man's torso notwithstanding as it was an effect of trying to save the man's life. Chest compressions aren't exactly easy on the body.

[color=9966CC]"Seems age finally caught up to you Mr. Vayn."[/color] Came the haughty voice of the purple-skinned male as he stepped away from the table.

It had been roughly half a season since Amara had relocated from the capital to the new town of Hillhaven. Wanting to start his own mortuary practice for a while, this just seemed like the perfect opportunity. It also helped that the area was rich in new and exotic flora that would feed his love for gardening. The elf continued to think about all of the herbs and flowers he had been able to add to his garden as he began to prep the body. Washing, drying and the like. It was only after he finished that he really dug into his work with vigor.

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Hillhaven Main Road
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After completing his work on Thomas Vayn, an older gentleman who had come to Hillhaven to retire and had sadly passed the night previous, Amara decided it was time for a drink. Vayn had been a kind old man, had a habit of treating everyone like they were his own children and grandchildren. He was sure to be missed, by the children most of all. They all loved their honorary grandpa that would spoil them rotten when he could.

Not wanting to dwell on the loss of a member of their small community, the mortician continued on his way toward Vera's. Only to stop in the middle of the road at the sight of a hulking anthropomorphic lizard. He only absently registered Robert and the very woman who's establishment he was heading towards. To say he was surprised would have been like saying a pomps ears were large...redundant. He had heard a tale or two of large draconic people that had hidden away from society but figured it was only a myth or just people misidentifying a wyvern. 

And as usual, when Amara was caught off guard, his brain-to-mouth filter disappeared without a trace.

[color=9966CC]"No one told me we were expecting visitors, I would have prepared better for our handsome new guest."[/color] He said with a wink toward the Black Scaled male.