Zato stepped away from the crowd, giving a short yawn. It was rare he led a ceremony, and such loud, showy prayers felt odd to him; unlike the silence and alcohol he normally used.<br/><br/>"It hasn't even been that long since the last funeral, has it Valetni?" Zato asked his brother monk, whom he was pretty sure he was still there. It was that or he'd taken off somewhere else, leaving Zato to converse with air. He like those odds.