The funeral, such as it is, takes a fair chunk of the rest of the day to complete even with Carlos's expertise and arcane specialty to speed things along.  While he can do the work in quick time, it's the human factor that gets in the way.  Alex has not returned by the time you are finished, and Harmony seems ill at ease in his absence.<br/><br/>She's also looking a lot younger than she did last night.  Her hair's darker.  Far fewer lines in her face.  It's like she shed twenty years or so over the past two days.  And she goes over to poke around the remains of the would-be spell-slinger and his palanquin with the air of someone who really wants to go hit some, buddy, so is well out of range during the funeral.<br/><br/>She returns not long after the last of the earth is replaced, hands in pockets, sulking like a teenager.<br/><br/>"Nothing over there.  Nothing useful, anyway.  Just a bunch of cheap-ass robes and trinkets.  Whatever the fuck he was, he was a poseur."