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You march up to the small grey building, your mouth already watering from just imagining the taste of Marzipan's pastries. You push the door open with your shoulder and prepare to greet the baker, but freeze upon realizing you made a horribly wrong turn somewhere and you just walked into Graves Rest, the mortuary on the island.
The mortician, currently dusting some oyster shells looks over their shoulder with surprise, but smiles and waves.
As much as you'd want to turn around and leave, telling Mist that you entered the wrong building, the anxiety that wells up in your chest forces you to pretend like you did this on purpose. You close the door gently behind you and force a smile. Well... you'll just look around, maybe have a short conversation, then leave in a couple minutes. No harm done.
You look at the walls covered in bivalve shells, all meticulously cleaned and in great shape. You look over your shoulder and see Mist making their way along the wall towards you, dusting as they go, but pretty obviously making a bee-line towards you.
There's an uncomfortably long silence that looms over the two of you. You sneak a glance at them and see their lips twitching as they stare forward, almost like they're psyching themselves up.
Mist: Hello. Welcome to Graves Rest.
Their voice is incredibly soft, you almost had to ask them to repeat themselves.
You: I figured I'd come down here for a few minutes on my walk today... give the uh... dearly departed some attention.
He smiles and nods, seemingly genuinely happy with your words.
Damn, now you feel kinda bad for lying. You lick your dry lips uncomfortably and try to think of something to say...
You: Do you like working here?
Mist: Is that a trick question?
You tilt your head in confusion.
Mist: If I say yes, I'm a creep who likes working with dead bodies.
Mist: If I say no, I'm as cold and unfeeling as the bodies I work with.
He laughs very quietly, almost as quietly as they speak.
Mist: They like having visitors. No one visits that often, not even their families.
Mist: It's like they're forgotten once they're gone.
Mist: I try to ease that pain.
There's a pause. Mist then looks to you and turns their whole body to face you as well.
Uh oh.
Mist: How do you feel about death?
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END OF QUEST
You've reached the end of this quest, congratulations! Your rewards can be found on the left!
Halo Horns
Can be applied to the staxie that completed this quest [they MUST be an adult to apply this upgrade!]
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