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Synopsis:
The mortach goes to speak to the bereaved couple. They are upset and waiting for a coffin for their daughter. She does her best to comfort them.
0. : Mortarch, do you know of another graveyard we could use?b10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_A
10. : I do, but they struggle as we do - you'll not find a casket for your daughter there.
2. : This is ridiculous! I just want to bury my little girl in peace.
3. : I understand - I will do what I can.End
4. : Mortarch, any luck with the carpenter?devnoteb10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_B, b10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_Ab10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_B = False, b10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_A = False
12. : I fear not, my child. Your daughter's casket will have to wait.
6. : What? But for how long?
9. : Her rites will be said. Her body made one with the soil. Try not to focus on the how or when.devnote
5. : Of course, Mortarch...End
7. : Lily... My sweet girl...b10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_Ab10c270b-1061-5e31-37de-831683dd6577_B
1. : Shh, honey. The Mortarch is here.
11. : Do not stem your cries. Sob, roar, scream - do what you must in the tangles of grief.
8. : I will leave you for now, but I shall not be far - death's blessing upon you.End