The mention of a Funeral Parlor is curious, but Sylus has long learned not to judge a book by its cover—or a man by his profession. After all, appearances are often deceiving, and those who deal with death might know more about life than anyone else. Even what causes death.
Sylus’ curiosity sharpens. His fingers, which had been tapping rhythmically on the armrest, still for a moment as he leans in slightly, intrigued by the unexpected direction of the conversation, an eyebrow arched.]
I’ve come across quite a few in my line of business. I have a particular fondness for gems and stones.
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The mention of a Funeral Parlor is curious, but Sylus has long learned not to judge a book by its cover—or a man by his profession. After all, appearances are often deceiving, and those who deal with death might know more about life than anyone else. Even what causes death.
Sylus’ curiosity sharpens. His fingers, which had been tapping rhythmically on the armrest, still for a moment as he leans in slightly, intrigued by the unexpected direction of the conversation, an eyebrow arched.]
I’ve come across quite a few in my line of business. I have a particular fondness for gems and stones.