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Lily Vale Cemetery. That's where the leads kept pointing.
Ravi had been trying to track down a man she once new long ago. It was a longshot in every sense of the word. It had been more than seventy (70) years. While she had longevity to spare, Humans, like the man she was trying to find would be nearing their end.
The whole journey so far could be summed up by 'Too Late'.

Returning to the sand-soaked nation of Covania had not been so simple. The Nation and its neighbours seem to all be in some sort of strife. Rumours of the Lord Queen of Oxtrad say she has gone missing, Reton is dealing with more potential civil war over the independence of Greyhawk and Covania itself was having no calm with minor events happening all throughout its borders.
Borders had become more tightly guarded. Fees had been put in place at some of the major international ports. Though it was sure to be only temporary, Once the dust settled things would go back to somewhat normalcy.

The warm glow of orange sunlight bathed the small hills and vales. Looking back towards the city, Ferrabreeze was mostly a silhouette as the sun had begun dipping behind the horizon. It was a sight to be able to still see the large port city still so far away, ode to the relatively flat landscape and sparce vegetation. Save for here. Where the land rises in few gentle hills, were a cemetery run by an old coroner is located.
Looking up the sky was blanketed by a thin layer of cloud, dimpled and wave showing deep shadows along the surface due to the sunset rays. Wind was picking up, Blowing through Ravi's mass of long blazing crimson hair, picking it up and swirling it with the gust's direction, The howling of the wind in her large ears, causing the to twitch and tilt to avoid the brunt of it.
Remington her companion, a Singora Eagle snuggled tight against Ravi's head, floofing his feathers and crouching down to avoid the wind. Resting on Ravi's solder as a normal sized bird.

The hill was not a difficult climb despite Ravi's last few years of calm her new work has kept her somewhat fighting fit. Oddly the hills here were covered in thin grass, and other vegetation grew noticeably denser here.
As she climbed the road up the hill against this deeply calm scenery, Ravi's mind and heart were racing. Anticipation, fear, was this all for nothing?.
“Oh jeeze oh gods, hes gonna be ancient! if hes not dead already!! ohhhh whyy did it take so long to realise?!”
Ravi was constantly in her own head about the time, Several justifications would flow in and out of her head, perhaps Exilis had given him longer life, perhaps he got a moment of grace from his god. But equally Sinicism would flow, He is already passed o or he is so ancient he won't recognise her. what if he never made it out of Exilis?!
The torrent of ideas coupled with a flood of practicing greetings. A simple ‘hey’ does she start with an apology?
Mubling to herself as she goes through scenarios in her head. Putting on a voice to play Robert’s responses, if anyone was nearby they would surely think this bumbling red head had lost her mind.
Although age does not grip Ravi she had still physically changed quite a bit. Monstrously tall over 8ft, and far more hefty that she once was it was certainly a change from there last meeting where she was just an overly chubby short woman. She would blame Robert if he thought his place was under attack from a monster.

Needless to say, everything was stacked against her, Ravi’s anxiety running rumpart she didn’t even notice the cemetery coming into view.

Another quiet afternoon quickly fading as Robert wrapped up the chores for the evening. Some new weeds had sprouted along the graves and he was quick to deal with them.
A swing from a water skin half cut with wine letting the pains and worries become a haze to push away for another few hours.
Walking through the graves there were people he didn’t know, people he did, loved ones, family. Strangers, Heros and people he hated.
Robert was a regular human man. Around eighty (80) years old in appearance his brown hair and bearer had become mostly grey. His eyes were tired but his face was firm and stoic. Despite his age Robert was still in average-good shape, years of work in the cemetery had not let his body wither away just yet but his speed and reflexes were certainly showing the years.
Dressed in simple workers clothes rather unkept, possibly the 3rd day in a row they had been worn without a good wash.
ever at his side a well decorated hand axe, it has not seen battle for decades yet its always at the ready. Its mostly used as a spell focus these days as Robert offers some small aid to the occasional wanderer or visitor.