[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CAB9DB]Prudence Knight[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/CEYVE8_6fgkAAAAd/drinking-tati-gabrielle.gif[/img][hr][b][color=CAB9DB]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=CAB9DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=CAB9DB]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
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Prudence pressed forward in the land of the unknown as her two companions, if she deemed to call them such, consorted amongst themselves. She kept an ear open to listen, unsure as to their conversation and its details. It seems the two of them know each other, which put her at a great disadvantage. She especially didn't trust the man, if for no other reason than the fact he was cursed with his gender.

Once at the cemetery, Prudence glanced around her, noticing the graves adorned with cherubs. The graves of children. She knew all too well what death does to someone, but to lose a child? She pressed inward despite feeling the cold temperature. It was unlike anything she felt before. Almost as if the cold itself was a presence and no amount of heat would satisfy it.

A building stretched out in front of her, almost beckoning. She was unafraid, though she was tentative in her steps. After all, two strangers materialized in this world along with her and she could not contact her Lord. 

She rolled her eyes as the man highlighted everything he saw before them, though she was quick to bite her tongue as she noted the woman was blind. [color=CAB9DB]"Pray tell, do you plan to narrate everything you see before you? Tis quite irritating, even if it is in service of your betters. The mausoleum, as you pointed out, is the only structure. You may stay here and freeze, but I do not attempt to stay here."[/color] With that, she made her way toward the torched entrance.