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[gwenhwyfar]

[Regina's currently tying a good bundle of sticks together. They better be dry, she's getting tired of carrying them around. But clearly, she's up to something. Maybe it's malicious.

Maybe it's dark magic!]

I require a place for a bonfire. If there's no funeral pyre, best to send the fallen off with a large fire. Bring your offerings, or not. I don't give a damn, so spare me your pious opinions.

[Then she adds.]

So come then, those who practice the old ways. It usually takes a bard and a druid. Not one ovate.

[Though there's something that's really been on her mind.]

For the time I have been here watching this world go asunder and revert into it's nonsensical ways, along with it's people, I cannot help but wonder something. Perhaps it's a good thing, perhaps not. Why not more of my own kind? A nephilim, that is. Someone fair as me -- we're half-demons. We're not fair folk. Why not more of my kind? I only know of one of my own ilk; now, if I was able to sense and smell more demon blood, I am sure that I can find more.

I almost miss my own kind. More so the women. Human company takes so much on my nerves, as it is.

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[ealdorsprince]

I wouldn't have volunteered otherwise.

[gwenhwyfar]

How curious; sometimes there are some who are reluctant to partake in old traditions out of some irrational fear of devil worship or some such nonsense.

[ealdorsprince]

Well, I figure since I'm dead it doesn't really matter. Besides it can be a hard task alone, or with very few people.

[He's unsure that he understands, but he's very much in a mood to help.]