The Tangle Know Thy Neighbor

Still she would not listen. Cerne had to let her go. He sighed softly, then simply nodded, and she turned and left. He then returned to the reading, examining it further. Off on one side, two crossed bones, a trail of pebbles connect it to the rock-covered shells. He closed his eyes, said a silent prayer of sorts for the woman who had left, for the bones read clearly: death, an end. He hadn't the heart to delve deeper into that; he swept his tools back into their pouch, then left.