<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ceba1dfd92f0800796a05ccf06c473d4/tumblr_oykkxvTqXS1v8y4o6o1_400.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucia Brati (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1367144)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path to Restlands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (T: 13, FF: 14) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +6</div></div><hr/><br/>Lucia slid her hood back as she followed the casket from the building, her mismatched eyes shadowed in the hollows of their sockets and ringed by bruise-dark skin.  She'd traveled without sleep upon receiving word that the Professor had passed, the need to be present at his internment driving her to relentless forward momentum.  Her grief was a private thing that didn't reveal its self on her face or in those shuttered eyes, leaving her largely expressionless for the duration of the ceremony.<br/><br/>The cool air and damp against her skin was refreshing and she tilted her head back as they stepped outside, breathing in deep and exhaling with a sigh.  The room within had been stifling, stuffy and suffocating, as if the sorrow and death had permeated the walls.  She was pleased to be outside once more, the wet gathering on the back of her neck and rolling down under her collar.  Frankly, she was of a mind that her old friend would have agreed with her.<br/><br/>When the pallbearers stopped to whisper amongst themselves, she slid out of the group of mourners to move further up and stand beside the coffin, peering at the group that stood before them.  Arching a brow, she rolled her shoulders and strode forward to walk before the procession and arrive at the group blocking the path ahead of them.<br/><br/>"Kindly step aside and let the funeral pass, gentlemen."  Her voice carried the exotic flavor of her Varisian heritage, giving her low, husky, purring voice a lilting rhythm.