[i][b]~Blanc Skavdr~[/b][/i]	

	Blanc, again, was truly grateful to [b]Sasha[/b] for helping out when he was in the forest, but right now, that gratitude was an afterthought. He was too busy being nervous to remember it.

	He'd been instructed by the same girl to follow a couple or so people to what she called 'Sacred Grounds'; as someone who would like to call himself religiously tolerant, he didn't raise any eyebrows over this, but he was wondering why he was asked to follow them. He didn't question it, however, and simply did as asked - just a small step to paying the debt he owed [b]Sasha[/b].

	Then came the bodies.

	They came in, carrying them, and had been doing so for the entirety of their (relatively) silent walk. Blanc wasn't marvelously intelligent by any means, but even he could put two-and-two together. The words Sacred Grounds and Corpse went through his head and he was suddenly not feeling to excited about accompanying these people, who he had yet to be introduced to or else he had forgotten their names, to the grounds.

	To make matters worse, that stinging heat or jolt or [i]whatever[/i], had yet to disappear. In fact, it had grown exponentially worse. Hanging around these people was unhealthy for him. [i]Literally.[/i]

	The group got close to a little clearing, which Blanc assumed was the Sacred ([i]'Burial?'[/i]) Grounds. Wracking up his nerves, Blanc asked: [color=gray][b]"So, uh, what exactly are you four doing?"[/b][/color]

	If Blanc or anyone had paid attention to his words carefully, they would realize that he had said [i]four[/i]; there were four people in the group, including Blanc himself. He was addressing four people, not including himself. Not even Blanc noticed this little slip of the tongue.