<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>Lyari took a long breath to calm herself as Jiroph stood.  She put her hand over his and patted it like an elderly woman would with a young person.  In a lot of ways, she was like the kindly old woman of the bar.  She consoled others and made sure everyone was comfortable.  And truth be told, she was probably the oldest at over 112 years.  Her elven side accounted for her youthful appearance and personality.  Still, there were moments she couldn't stem the tide of tears.  Erica was one of those subjects she could only broach with a handkerchief nearby.  The girl nodded when the elfkin mentioned there not being a cemetery.<br/><br/>"Yes, I know. Her grave is not marked. We only know of her burial from rumor. Selena, the winged elf that was here that night, returned later and did the deed none of us could. I hope to see her again and give her my thanks. And hopefully she could show us where the site is that we could put up a proper marker."  Lyari stood and wrapped her arms around Jiroph without warning.  She didn't notice how edgy he was about the other patrons through her tears.  After squeezing tight, she pulled back and kissed him softly on the cheek.  "Thank you for giving Erica a last moment of happiness before that night, Jiroph. She did love good company. As I'm sure you do as well. I'll get Asvett's green little behind back over here."  The woman smiled and stepped away to find the goblin girl.<br/><br/>Moments later, Asvett returned with a large mug of ale.  She sat it down and gazed at Jiroph with a thoughtful, sympathetic expression.  "I'm sorry to hear about your friend, sir. Like I said, I didn't know Erica. But I'm sure she was a great gal."