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Death...
Death can take many forms, of course, one of them was said to be Rankor.

His hair now reached down to his neck, not in a wavy fashion though, as they were quite oily and greasy, a grizzled beard was upon his chin, apparently unshaven and uncut, like his hair. His eyes were a dark brown colour, and showed no brightness, just... Passive anger. He stood at about six feet, although he could be consider under it, as he never held his head completely up straight. He wore a worn out and overly-used leather jerkin, which hung loosely from his chest, while as leggings he also wore leather, but they were more gray from all the dust that had accumulated upon them.

Rankor whistled as he walked down the street of Trolls Bane, loosely holding his poleaxe and tapping against the hard stone ground once in a while, having no quarry, or no purpose in life now that the original temple was disbanded, and the only remaining members went into solitude, or were traitors like a said bastard "Avalyon".

Rankor paused to take a drink of water from the fresh river that run across Trolls Bane, laying down his poleaxe for a quick moment, he washed his greasy hands in the water, then used them as a cup to gulp down the water, although nowadays it wasn't so bad, after the ressurection he found himself having to drink less water, and eat less food, but it was still a necessity for Rankor to continue staying in his... Current form. Standing from his knelt position he picked up his poleaxe once more, glancing around the place, just to make sure nothing, or no one was following him.

He followed the river all the way to the tavern, after deciding to make his way to the infamous shop, which was currently owned by Eliza, in his own world, he took a seat against the wall, keeping a firm grip on his poleaxe, he continued to tap it against the wooden floor, well not tap as lightly as tap could mean, but more-so towards slamming the ground, for no apparent purpose...

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Closing the door finally to an empty hospital, Achae sighs with a slight smile of satisfaction on her face then turns to walk down the street. Appearing undecided, she stops briefly to look at the tavern, then walks on to Eliza's. Just before she reaches the door, she hears a loud banging sound on the wooden floor that is repeated and pausing, she hesitantly peers inside as if slightly fearful of what she would find but a slight smile is seen on her face as she moves inside still with a reserved look on her face appearing slightly curious

Hello Rankor, I haven't seen you in a long time, how are you?

(( Sorry for the late post ))

Rankor looked up from his chair, momentarily stopping his tapping, he showed no sign of acknowledgement as she entered, or even when she talked to him with a slight smile, for Rankor could barely remember where he saw the face before...

So many faces... Too many people... All of them...

"... Who are you?" He said, somewhat offensively, staring deep into Achae's face, he came to a realisation. "Mmh... You're one of 'em medico's, yeh. What do you want then?" He said in an offensive AND sceptical voice, his face still reamined somewhat neutral.

Achae's eyes widen as he talks nodding to acknowledge that she was a medico, but at his voice and demeanor she stops and hesitantly points to her depot, a blush forming on her face though she still has a slight smile possibly appearing friendly and non-threatening. Clearing her throat she speaks with only a slight stutter

I.. I was just... uh.. going to my depot.

She moves slightly toward her depot before turning back to him and with a firmer voice

I help out here in town at the hospital if you are ever in need of a medico again Rankor.

Continueing her walk, she opens her depot and begins placing some herbs that were found gently in the bag occasionally glancing at him subtely.