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Much appreciated, he responded, smiling. He didn't know where she got such good manners from; Blodreina was no dummy, but this girl really spoke like someone much more seasoned. Ah, well. He chalked it up to something perhaps he'd never understand and moved on from it, only for his face to fall at her answer about Aure. Shit, he muttered, eyes drifting over the border, out into the flatlands.

Where the fuck was she?

With a sigh, he looked back at Praimfaya and her father, giving a shrug. Oh, well, Verx said, badly stifling his stress over the matter. Blodreina dead, Aure gone. . .whatever was going on with the world these days, he didn't like it. At least he had his kids, still. Thank you for coming and telling me about Blodreina. I'm sorry again for your loss.

After giving their requisite farewells, he left the border, grappling with how exactly to break this news to Drago and Isi. Perhaps he'd wait a little, let it settle. Do his own private grieving before handling theirs. It's not as if no one close to him had ever died before -- but. This seemed different.