The sound of lute strings being plucked greeted her as the cemetery came into sight. Felicia looked over the many graves—their long shadows reaching out to her. She thought of Cain and wondered if he could be hiding in any of them. Focusing more on Jira, she noticed that the pale hungry woman she’d seen in passing at the well was there… and that Jira’s lute playing... needed work. Her eyes flickered to the shady back of the graveyard—she thought she’d seen a figure lurking in the shadows, but she merely sighed and shook her head. The Shadow Temple had a way of messing with your head and tricking your eyes. She’d concluded long ago that the place was sentient and reveled in watching people racked with pain and sorrow—thus why it overlooked the cemetery.

With an uneager sigh she stepped near Jira. ’How can you be practicing your lute at a time like this?’ she wanted to say, but opted for something politer instead; as was her nature. She cleared her throat, hoping he would cease playing long enough for her to ask him, “So... uhm. What's going on? This is where we meet?" 

She didn't know what else to say as she looked between the masked man and the pale woman.