[ well, that's a beacon when the fire of the pyre is blue and she's a warm ember. alfyn's got his axe in hand as he roams the village like there's some kind of answer somewhere. ]

... was wonderin' if bein' at the theater last night would've meant nothin' would've happened to Aventurine. [ on forearms, his neck, and bleeding through the white brown green of his clothes across his torso is a lot of ink writing. he crosses his arms, careful of his axe, to try and cover the majority of it up, but not being there. not being able to help. are visible on his neck and collar. ] Miss Laudna found him beneath the stage, when we were lookin' around.

D'you know where Death was..?