The Duskwight man payed little attention to the others surrounding the corpse, but seemed very interested in the dead man. He did glance from person to person and they introduced themselves, but remained silent. As the Duskwight woman refolded a letter, he narrowed his eyes slightly with a small tilt of his head, looking both curious and suspicious.
He took another cautious step forward, keeping a rigid posture, accentuating his nearly seven fulm frame. It was almost as if he was staking territory from the miqo'te, but not for the women. From the spine of the leather-bound notebook, he opened a compartment and a small piece of charcoal slipped out. He moved closer to the body, writing hastily into the book and moving to shift the body around for inspection, keeping an eye on the Wildwood.
He took another cautious step forward, keeping a rigid posture, accentuating his nearly seven fulm frame. It was almost as if he was staking territory from the miqo'te, but not for the women. From the spine of the leather-bound notebook, he opened a compartment and a small piece of charcoal slipped out. He moved closer to the body, writing hastily into the book and moving to shift the body around for inspection, keeping an eye on the Wildwood.
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