Jewel
Amicia De Blanc
Stormalong, Southern Feyshore

Amicia had been stationary for the majority of her life. She'd spent her youth with routine inside the familiar walls of an orphanage - or a mortuary in the latter half of adolescence. Since then she hadn't changed much, she remained small, quiet, adversed to large groups of people and reliant on routine. Something she had found difficult to maintain in the previous few months since she had turned 18 and left her home in Gorgonys in search for actual work, luckily, she believed herself to have finally found it.

The young girl stood in the threshold of the *Crimson Flow Mortuary*, taking a moment to ready herself for a conversation she wasn't sure she would know how to have. She stood straight, trying to appear bigger than her short and lean build would allow (as she had been mistaken far too often for a child the previous months). She had even tied her long hair back to look older.

Stepping up on to her toes, she grasped the knocker and banged it against the metal base on the door three times then took a step back from the door as she shouldered a linen bag and waited, hands fidgeting.
Dawn
Alabaster Brack
Crimson Flow Mortuary, Stormalong

Baster stood behind the counter in a loose, light grey linen shirt taking inventory of the herbs in the shop. His eyes scanned the shelves below glancing through ashes of the dead from the funerals he hosted a few days prior. The families should be showing up later in the day to collect the ashes and spread them where pleased. More often than not, they abandoned the remains of their loved ones and left the ashes in the Aster's care under the assumption he would treat them with the respect deserved. Baster, however, took the ashes and sold it to farmers in the surrounding villages. Quietly, of course. He had a reputation to uphold. 

The clang of metal echoed through the upper level of the mortuary and drew Baster's gaze to the door. He attempted to penetrate the door as if he could see through it, before sighing and crossing the threshold in a few strides. Baster hated being disturbed without cause. As the man pulled the door open, the scent of burning flesh exploded from the shop, dissipating slightly in the fresh air. Baster's emotionless gaze fell to the child standing at his doorstep. "What can I help you with?" He asked, his deep voice tainted with a small amount of irritation.
Jewel
Amicia De Blanc
The Crimson Flow Mortuary, Stormalong

As the door swung open Amicia lifted her eyes to meet the stranger's face. He looked vaguely gaunt and unfriendly as he looked down at her, for a moment she couldn't speak - as if she was shocked that the man in front of her looked almost as corpse-like as the bodies she was used to treating. She almost forgot the smell of burning flesh. 

She didn't like the look he was giving her.

After a half second longer than she should have stayed quiet, she reached into her bag and pulled out her letter of recommendation, holding it out towards the man,"I'mmm," She began, voice catching on the hummed note,"I'm looking for work."

As her hand held out the note the other one went to the chain around her neck, pushing open and closed the different lockets.
Dawn
Alabaster Brack 
The Crimson Flow Mortuary, Stormalong

Baster watched the child study him and smirked. He raised an eyebrow as she reached inside of her bag and pulled out the letter, holding it out to him. 
"A bit young to be working in a place of death." He noted, taking the letter and skimming through its contents. "Why here?" He asked nonchalantly, his curious gaze peering over the top of the paper.