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[h3]⛼ O7 - Public Square ⛼[/h3][/center]
“Just honest pilgrims,” came the gravekeep’s response to the second, looking the pair over with honest appraisal. They were surprised by the question, by the wonder, and that meant they came and went without issue from the gangs and such which they had earlier passed by. It meant the practice they gave, whatever it was, wasn't a new one. It had become accepted, cemented by all as fact. That could bode ill or well for the gravekeep. It depended on the practice itself.

He looked up at the first man, older and well-worn. A thought came to Lethe, a minor worry compared to it all. “Work, maybe. What happens out the city?” The gravekeep adjusted the shouldered shovel pointedly with that implied meaning as he asked. Sucking his tooth for a moment, he nodded, adding, “Mind we talk as we go? Wouldn't want to hold you up.”