[One might recognise, through the nighttime gloom, that Sheik is in the graveyard. He leans on a marker, amidst a strange little cluster of four identical headstones. His lyre looks grey rather than gold in the light, but this time, he isn't playing any music. After a moment of staring off at something unseen (he seems little troubled by the things
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[ Her lips curl up a little. ]
How interesting.
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A man like me, my lady?
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[ Although it's as usually a little hard to tell if she's serious or not with that little smirk. ]
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I do my best, my lady. [As he says it, he bows his head.]
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Well, if you do see anything.. Please share your findings. I can't help but be a little interested in all the fae here and the other things going on, you see..?
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