It's a somber day in the village. People are coming and going from a tent, wiping their eyes after saying their goodbyes. You make your way to the tent to give your own goodbye. A dying old lady sits in a rocking chair, a tiny smile on her face as her breathing slows; an unfamiliar man beside her. Etaru keeps a hard expression, other than a flicker of sadness in his gaze. Etaru looks at you over his shoulder. "...I firmly believe a person's last moments should be peaceful. Hence why I'm here."
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