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🎲 " Say... fancy getup ya got there, slick. " And by 'fancy' she means completely weird. Definitely not like anyone around here. Foreign? Possibly expensive... She puffs a ring from her cigar, quirking a brow. " You just blow into town alone, or..? "

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🎲 " Right, right, souls... " Has she written him off as crazy? Slightly. Eleanora didn't have a spiritual bone in her body. You could call her a... very material person.

" Well-- you know, you're in luck pal, I happen to have every place anyone dumps a stiff stored right up here... " She taps her temple, and then rolls her wrist to lay a hand out flat, expectantly. " ... How about youse slap me a few papers and I'll see how many I can recall for ya, huh? "

"Great, I'll visit them later. Show me this...hole, I reckon with so much death going on, there is a lot of unrest with their souls."

he might be speaking crazy, but he seen the effects the restless undead have and it involves a lot of destroyed cities.

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🎲 Her cigar is plucked from her lips and for a moment she just shifts her weight to one hip and... gives them a look. " ... As in... you help with like... funerals or somethin'? " Now, in truth, yeah, she wasn't just making small talk earlier-- she was trying to sell her family's services. But, now? She's just confused. Though, all this does explain the gothic outfit.

" Besides... Big city and a whole lotta' death-- workers are kinda just put in a big hole 'round here. The nice morgues are on dah' opposite side of town. "

"If its just wallets I have to worry about, then its fine."

a wallet is replacable, he's here for more...disgusting sorts of situations. Or rather he's here to find some bones for his project. or spirits, he's not really picky right now until he gets to the cemetary.

"I'm here to handle dead bodies, would that be a better explanation? Where is the mortuary around here."

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🎲 So they're not some lone wanderer. Or at least, they have better street sense than to tell a shady character the truth. " Ohhh... just, you know-- like a sore thumb. " Ill-fitting to her words, she gestures a tiny amount pinched between two gloved fingers, a smile for the jest. " A little free advice? Be real careful-like... This town can smell new blood from a mile away. In fact-- most tourists lose their wallet in the crowd just leaving the boat. "

in honesty his clothing looks more like a undertaker or priest, then someone who actually worked for the mage world. But one could never be too careful in the world of non magicals.

"No, I brought a friend with me."

his face, if possible is very very dour about the whole thing.

"Do I stand out so much?"