<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oHNvtuN.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Excellence Spelloyal<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Even Excellence has some semblance of actual pity.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">sad jams</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/fjchrT-L9QU (https://youtu.be/fjchrT-L9QU)</div></div><hr/><br/>Despite having brushed her tawny locks back into elegant submission and tossing cantrip after cantrip at herself to her former primmed and preened beauty, Excellence seemed duly uninterested in aiding with the burial of the corpses; while she certainly didn't delight in the deaths of the innocent, she would never come to understand the grief that Lilian could feel over the deaths of civilians that she never knew.<br/><br/>Still, there was something about watching the human woman kneel by the carriage in prayer, no doubt calling on whichever faulty deity it was she believed in, to offer the restless souls some peace in the afterlife that caused a soft pang in her chest.<br/><br/>Now, Excellence was never prone to pity, and you'd sooner find her dead herself than dirtying her newly cleaned and repaired outfit over random corpses who could no longer offer gratitude no compensation for such actions. However, she could, at the least, send those spirits on to wherever they'd wind up, with gentle tunes of her music.<br/><br/>With an expert's experience, her brought her violin into position as she dragged her bow across in a somber tune--her voice raising her to blend with the music in a soft, sorrowful melody.