It was a rainy morning. How matching for such a sad ceremony... It was only a small funeral as it was being held in private next to the large orsean mansion that used to be the home of the dead necromancer. They had been supposed to fight Zion's vessel but fate had different plans.
Naia couldn't help but sobbing again and again, Klea and Leith, her two youngest children, holding onto her hands tightly as if wanting to cheer her up, both of them having big beady tears running down their own cheeks as well though.
Mereus Arlen stood next to his wife and son, staring at the coffin with empty eyes. Gone... he was just... gone... Tear tried her