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The question stumped him. Not because he did not know the facts, he was there and could recall it well. It was more that Hruugen's understanding of why the Light Stone chose him was still unclear. "For a while I had been having dreams, about Valenntenia. In my dreams I walked the streets...

The Mummified bodies halted. They seemed to take in the strange occurrence which Noi had provided. Their hollow eyes gleamed with a dark-light in that dreadful moment. Hruugen held his breath and did his best to trust in Noi's unspoken plan. Until the dead resumed their motion and entered the...

Oh well it was bound to come up. "Funerary Rites mostly but also exorcism and martial arts. The 36th Temple is focused on laying the Dead to rest, in the hopes that they will stay that way." Hruugen was glad that Kiara had left. He did not wish to think less of another Guardian but he was aware...

"I shall start one then." Hruugen smiled. Few of the guardians had thought to ask him of his tattoos. Not that there was any great secret about them but he enjoyed it when others noticed them. "Of my lessons I have Master Dumah to thank. The man practically raised me at the 36th Temple, on the...

"The wise are said to fill their cups from many wells." Surprise appeared in his eyes. Were such journals open to all or only Guardians? "I haven't, I didn't know that there were such journals." Indeed their very existence raised a great many questions in him. For one he did not keep a record of...

"I hope they do. I have not yet been acquainted with the other Guardians and I'm eager to meet them." He replied to Kaira in a reassuring tone. Taking her worrisome attitude in line with his own desires then he gave a slight incline of his head to Stella, displaying more of the mannerisms often...

Turning towards the familiar voice of Stella Hruugen smiled widely. He only heard the voice for a moment as he heard them speaking with another at the Festival and decided not to intrude. Privacy was to be respected after all. "My name is Hruugen." Politeness was the morticians business, nothing...

The first thing Hruugen did when he arrived at the mountainous retreat was wash. It was a habit the Monks of the 36th Temple held true above all. Cleanliness when you have just travelled is the best introduction. It gave the mind time to reflect upon a new situation and it was often joked that...

"Yes I agree, there is some wrongness at work here." The Dead creature was discovered, then another. To answer Villam he said. "They are already dead. You cannot harm them further." Still hunkered down he addressed Ingrid again. "Discover what you can. Noi will be well. She too is a Guardian."...

Listening, listening?, to the others was help and hindrance in equal measure. It was nice to hear voices. Know that he wasn't alone but he was a bit bothered. It seemed he was not clear in his relations to the sect of Ahmu. The others seemed to think THIS was the 36th Temple. Granted they had...

Hruugen tightened his grip on his weapons as he pondered Ingrid's question. She was right, what common valuables they had were petty at best and though Noi brought an unexpected whimsy to the situation the weight of the responsibility still felt heavy so he was heart glad that he was not alone...

Hruugen smiled a little. Villam's confident joviality and Noi's curiosity would help greatly here. He was happy that Solomon sent such experienced help. The idea of facing the recently risen alone was unnerving, even to one so accustomed to death. "Not Necromancy as you may understand it." He...

"I'd like to thank you all for agreeing to come with me." Hruugen spoke with all the reverence for the other Guardians that the 36th Temple had given him. Bent low and eyes closed. The motion of perfect trust in them. He had sent word to Solomon for help when he had seen the site for himself...

"Ah, no I won't be competing." "Yes, they are... No, I would never do such a thing." "No, competition is not my way... I much rather like the look of these shells. Are they sourced locally?" "I do not drink. My apologies." "I really have no interest in competing, thank you all the same."...

Slowly, as Hruugen was drawn down the gallery by each new piece he began to hear the subtle and meaningful conversation of two souls speaking in lyrical harmony. It was impolite to eavesdrop, this he knew of course but they were so earnest, so honest and he thought it so beautiful. Surrounded by...