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[Fenris has been wandering the grounds of the castle today, much like a tiger would pace the boundaries of its cage. Testing the extent of his loss, how far he could go, how long he could be away before the castle inevitably dragged him back into that accursed lobby. At least out here, he could enjoy a scant hour or so of peace and quiet before the horrible, tugging and NEW need to talk to others started niggling at him.
It was on this walk that he's come upon the cemetery. He wanders through it, unable to properly read all the words upon the stones, but recognising it for what it is regardless. Humans may not bury their dead in Thedas, but elves most certainly do. He crouches down by one to feel the earth, before opening his journal, grimacing a little to even have to speak into it. He'd never get used to that]
I have been told that death here is not permanent. In two weeks, the dead return as if nothing had happened at all. If that is so, why is there a graveyard here? That suggests people remain dead, does it not?
...Unless you are prone to burying people alive. Which I would not put past some of you.
It was on this walk that he's come upon the cemetery. He wanders through it, unable to properly read all the words upon the stones, but recognising it for what it is regardless. Humans may not bury their dead in Thedas, but elves most certainly do. He crouches down by one to feel the earth, before opening his journal, grimacing a little to even have to speak into it. He'd never get used to that]
I have been told that death here is not permanent. In two weeks, the dead return as if nothing had happened at all. If that is so, why is there a graveyard here? That suggests people remain dead, does it not?
...Unless you are prone to burying people alive. Which I would not put past some of you.