[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

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TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS: [@13org] Myra

When Myra was insisting why he smelled like death; he felt a feeling of discomfort. He would have to lie to her about the smell; a occupation that could explain away the awful smell. “It is quite embarrassing to admit; but I am a mortician. I prepare bodies; I nasty business I know but a necessary one I think” He said  thinking that she would not press the matter further. However he was prepared to answer any question she may have. “Even after I wash myself; the smell seems to linger. So I do apologizes for the smell” He smiled once again keeping her close to him; not wanting her to bump into the other dancers. 

“So if I may ask; and I hope you are offended by this. But why can't you speak?” He asked hoping that he was not being too rude with his question. Of course he did not want to cause a scene. He was just curious about her inability to speak.