I know this is a place of mourning, and I respect that. But you will get blocked in soon. The snow has started again, and the roads are freezing. I wo...ldn’t want you to spend the night in a cemetery.’ Marie had to smile, despite herself. It had been a longtime since anyone had cared where she was or how long she would be gone. No one even cared whether she lived or died. ‘It is very sweet of you Sir, but, you see, it’s the anniversary of my husband’s death and I just wanted to talk to him. Soft light played off the glyphs woven into the tent walls, and the somber faces of the two meeting parties. Captain Tsharles, a rocky-jawed bear of a man with olive skin and wavy amber hair, sat on a footstool two steps away from the intricately-knitted wicker bench supporting Sheriff Amelia, the steward of Podritia's Pass. a strategically vital route through otherwise inaccessible mountains. The men in Tsharles' party, standing at his flank, exchanged uncertain glances with the women rangers,. "There was something unsettling about the thought of frat party punch, so all three girls went for the beer. Soft drinks weren't an option, especially for Nickie who needed something to calm her nerves.After they got their drinks, the seven of them chatted about music, life, and the boys themselves, who were doing their best to impress the girls. Barry gravitated toward Beth, while Jon stayed close to Martha. Nickie, meanwhile, held the attentions of both Jerry and Frank. She knew, right then. He came out of the passageway, into the circular pit and looked over to where the stone column stood at its centre.He crossed the pit and mounted the steps up to the column. He reached out with one hand to touch the stone and the letters carved into its face. Another, stronger, surge of something leapt from the stone, travelled up his arm and infused his body.Scott, we would advise against this course of action. Please consider what you are doing. You cannot keep flicking backwards and forwards.