Steadily pulling her scarf around her face and popping her jackets collar as high as it could go Cordellia formed a pseudo mask over her face. Only her piercing violet eyes were readily visible as long strands of golden hair fell and toppled between the holes in her obscuring visage. Her black hat was tipped forward to cast further umbrage over her face.

”Mr Land. I.... understand your dilemma. Fleeing from familial responsibility at a time of need. I have... floated where you’ve floated before. It’s never easy and you’ll never make the perfect decision,” She looked to her other party members meaningfully “I speak for myself constantly. I can’t speak of their intentions but I promise you I will help you find your immortal peace. But when you do pass on to the other side if you bump into a Cordon or Carenia Farenha in the afterlife let them know Cordelon is doing just fine. If you wouldn’t mind.”

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