Burial.

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The two carriages pull up, laden with horses at the edificium. It was a short conversation. A man in dull browns, cloak included, carrying a massive long-bow, made of deer antler and wood; composite mind you -- came a'knocking. With a taller, larger man in cobalt armor, carrying a massive sword. Along with the two men, an elf, with leather skullcap and twin knives, who sat 'shotgun' on the carriage, holding the reins. It was the two humans who collected Quincy Randall's body. And by the look in their eyes, they aimed to take her home. And if anyone stopped them -- well, there'd be more folks a'goin home. So, name spoken, and her body taken in one of the carriages, the three of them were somber, and silent, and the carriage is now home for her body, wrapped in clean linen, before sat in a willow-wood coffin. The trip away from the rememdium is a silent affair too. There's no jokes coming from the trio, and the man with the bow's hood hides his face for the most part, even as his mouth is hid by the high-rise collar of his thick brown mottled coat. They were going to take her home. Well, to their home -- far away.

[Rattrap]

Doctor David D'Rael knew not the men who had come for Quincy, only that they were not family - but he also knew full and well that they were quite intent on taking her anyway, with an unpleasant show of weapons in a place dedicated to the remedies there of. Regardless, there would be little resistance. A burial was better than leaving her there, either way.

The Doc made a quick note, though he scratched it out, not knowing where Ariane might be found now.