"Camako. What's yours?"

That was the short, chittering, reply that Francis received as they took his and with their chitinous one. The follow up question was automatic and, honestly, the bug slur barely registered to Camako. They'd heard worse and... No one had ever died like that in front of the shirren. There was only the gaping void of shock that mingled with a loss for what to do. What should they do?

It felt wrong to flee like the gangers. Like they were just as guilty of his death, but that lingering doubt certainly made the idea palatable. Camako had questions on a different track for the one that seemed the most affected. Francis.

I'm sorry. Was he family? Is there someone we should contact about this?

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Camako Shirren Mystic (Akashic)
HP: 12/12 | Stam: 7/7 | Res: 4/4 | Move: 30 | Init: +6 | Blindsense: 30 ft
KAC: 14 | EAC: 13 | CMAC: 22 | Fort: +1 | Ref: +2 | Will: +5 | Limited Telepathy: 30 ft
Communalism: 1/1 | Spells: 1st: 3/3 | Healing Touch: 1/1