Broken Antler Fen Rewrite your history

The past several days had gone by so quickly, such that she was not even sure how she felt about the events that had taken place in that time. It seemed ironic that such dark things would come to pass right after her return to Brecheliant, and she could not help but wonder what path to take next. If ever there was a reason to leave, it was this, all this death.

But she could also choose to stay.

She wanted to see the graves, though she barely knew the deceased. She was headed that way when a soft sound cut through the tangled threads of her thoughts. Any ideas?

Livia approached the woman she knew to be Bridget. They had exchanged obligatory greetings in passing, but they had yet to speak in any meaningful way. "What do you need ideas for?" she asked flatly, though with a tilt of her head she revealed her genuine curiosity.