The half-orc examined Galwyn's boots attentively while they walking, nodding with satisfaction. "Those look like good boots."
At the question, Kezi shrugged. "I hadn't thought about. I am actually coming to the Saltmarshes for a different profession. Though, I imagine I will have plenty of free time for other pursuits. No one hopes to be busy in my line of work." Even before a glimmer of curiosity can light Galwyn's eyes, she explained. "I am a priest of Wee Jas. The Saltmarshes are in need of a gravedigger, and someone to administer Last Rites." Her fingers touched the holy symbol hidden under her shirt collar. That explains the dirt on her clothes. Gravedirt.
At the question, Kezi shrugged. "I hadn't thought about. I am actually coming to the Saltmarshes for a different profession. Though, I imagine I will have plenty of free time for other pursuits. No one hopes to be busy in my line of work." Even before a glimmer of curiosity can light Galwyn's eyes, she explained. "I am a priest of Wee Jas. The Saltmarshes are in need of a gravedigger, and someone to administer Last Rites." Her fingers touched the holy symbol hidden under her shirt collar. That explains the dirt on her clothes. Gravedirt.
