There's something about this young woman that Reynard can't quite put his finger on. He nods slowly as he tries to figure out what it is. "That sounds like a beautiful funeral."

"It's not a secret." He casts his eye to the bodies behind him. "They're all casualties of vengeance. Collateral damage, I think they call it these days." Reynard turns back to the stranger. "I wouldn't want you to have to do work like this. It's no place for a beautiful young woman to be, down among the dead."