"Thank you all for coming." Kendra greeted the travellers warmly, though she was clearly in mourning, her eyes bearing those subtle red marks of recent crying. "I appreciate you taking time from your business to escort Father on his last journey." She looked at each of the newcomers, seeming to attempt to remember them all - it had been a while, for most of them. "It is good to see you moving up in the world, Professor," she addressed the small, robed figure who had just arrived. "And you..." She tilted her head, examined Timo again. "I do not think I met your father, Sir...?" She finally ventured. Quentan, Innoki, Aelys and Aesa were easier by far - though most of them would likely remember her as small child, or at best somewhere in between girl and woman. "It is good you all came," she managed a smile for them. "I think there is one more missing... though I suppose that may be forgiven. It is a long way to Katapesh, after all, and who knows if Mr Pandev has even received my invitation..."<br/><br/>She finally drew herself up again. "Father never wanted a big funeral," she explains with a sad, somewhat forlorn smile. "So I sent Father Grimburrow ahead with two of his acolytes to make a start on the grave. They should be about done... Perhaps some of you would like to serve as pallbearers?"