[ The stillness of these graves feels familiar to them, though that recollection brings them a certain pain. Not knowing what else to do with it, they tug their cloak more tightly around themselves as they step out of the elevator, shivering with a feeling that conventional warmth can't dispel.
They show no particular desire to head in any direction, simply following the Troupe Master's lead - though...they look towards the direction of the monument, head tilting, and tug at his cloak with that same spark of curiosity they'd repeatedly demonstrated.
They point at it and look up at him, inquisitive. What is it, that strange thing? A grave, like so many others? Or something else?
(It glows in their sight. Something calling them. They're not sure why.) ]
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They show no particular desire to head in any direction, simply following the Troupe Master's lead - though...they look towards the direction of the monument, head tilting, and tug at his cloak with that same spark of curiosity they'd repeatedly demonstrated.
They point at it and look up at him, inquisitive. What is it, that strange thing? A grave, like so many others? Or something else?
(It glows in their sight. Something calling them. They're not sure why.) ]