*Thoth nods*
Thoth: It will be shortly. I am attempting to locate any allies or friends of Horus's that may call this place 'home'.
*He head turns 180 degrees to look at the Doctor*
Thoth: I would ask you not to draw your weapon Madam. I currently have no desire to harm any individuals residing here

*Dr takes hand off weapon but looks mistrusting *

The last stranger I saw blew self up, took someone with them and half the kitchen.

Strangers Don, t seem to be friends.

*Sasha nods.*
Sasha: I will attend as well...
*She thinks of John, and goes to let him know about the funeral for Horus. She marches out of the kitchen, and heads into the bar. John sits silently with his head on the bar counter, and groans when Sasha shakes his shoulder.*
Sasha: Wake up John, they are having a funeral for Horus, you will attend.
*John makes another groan, and looks at Sasha with bloodshot eyes.*
John: Sure, I can do that.

*A lone old woman, wearing heavy garb walks up to the room door. She is hunched, and walks with the use of a cane. The woman stares at the door for a moment, then knocks.*

*Xan looks a saddened and nods*
Xan: I go to. I be not knowing him well, but he sounds like bravebeast...
*She hears the knock at the door and walks over to it, opening it and peering down at the woman*
Xan: Who be you Elder?
*Jilial's magically induced slumber doesn't allow her to stir from the noise*

*Thoth nods to Sasha*
Thoth: I am sure Iris will appreciate it.
*He vanishes once more, appearing outside to patiently wait*

*Hanna wanders out to find Jilial*

*Dr looks round and decides despite ebing a stranger no one deserved to be buried alone and un noticed who seemed to have earned peoples respect. Heading out she decided to stay quietly firther back and obeserve procreedings from afar. *

No one deserves to not be remembered, even a stranger.

*Sasha walks back to her own quarters, and takes off her armor to wear her body glove for the funeral.*
*Also tries to clean herself up slightly, sense it been awhile sense she showered.*

---
*John maintains consiousness, and decides to drink a beer instead of hard alchol. He slowly gets to his feet, and lazily walks towards the mainroom.*

---
*The old woman smiles at Xan, though it seems somewhat forced.*
OW: Oh excuse me, my name is Laura. I was stranded for days out there, until I found this place.
*She looks tired, and rests heavily on her cane.*
Ow: May I come in?

*Zeta and co return to the room, though Eustace breaks off before they get past the trees, and sits down, opting to meditate instead of participate in talking to others. The others nod, and continue walking towards the room, only stopping a bit of distance away from the old woman, neither chick looking like they want to fight, but will if the woman is a hostile in disguise.*

*Xan smiles weakly at the old woman*
Xan: Yes Elder. You may come in. It be home to many people, no reason why you cannot join us.
*She steps aside and offers her good arm to help the old woman*
Xan: I be Xan Spotail. You be alone? This notta safeplace. Why you be alone?

*Sasha walks out to where Horus is supposed to be buried, and stands at ease waiting for the cermony to begin.*
*John follows after Sasha, and manages to stand as well but with a slight wobble.*

---
*The old woman glances at the pair as they walk passed, and then back to Xan.*
Laura: Strange looking folk... And yes I be alone.
*She takes Xan's arm for support.*

*Xan looks over at the grave guiltily, but helps Laura inside. She guides her over to the couches and helps her sit*
Xan: Why be you alone? It be dangerous for Elder out there...

*Lecter walks outside as well, having cleaned up his appearance a bit*
Lecter: Anyone else coming that we know of?
*His voice is hushed as he speaks*

*Sasha shrugs at Lecter, while John just sways.*
Sasha: I don't think anyone else, but Beatrix maybe.
John: Mhmm. *Rubs eyes drunkenly.* So who's the priest?

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*Laura chuckles.*
Laura: Don't worry I'm a sneaky old hag, I hide from most threats.
*She smiles a toothless smile, and looks around the room.*

*Lecter nods and turns to John*
Lecter: A tall... thing. Probably the same race as Horus.

*Thoth's voice comes from behind John*
Thoth: I am. Though my title is hardly 'priest'
*He looks down at Lecter, looming in annoyance he opens his mouth to speak, then reconsiders.*
Thoth: ...I am not important right now... Horus is.
*He steps over to Jilial and presses a finger to her forehead, ending her magically induced slumber. He gently helps her to her feet and walks her over to the others*
Thoth: It is time...
*Jilial stands up shakily and walks to the others, seeming almost in a dreamlike state. Thoth looks around at the others before sighing*
Thoth: Such rabble at the funeral of a God... Danu what a sad day this is...
*Thoth's shoulders slump and for a moment he looks very very old.*

*Lecter shifts slightly in his stance, but doesn't react apart from that, as even though he's annoyed at Thoth's comment, he's not about to start an argument at a funeral*

*Finnick and Elewynn are at the treeline talking with one another, a fair distance from the funeral*

*John shurgs, uncaring if Thoth is a priest.*
John: Works for me.
*He places a hand on Sasha's shoulder, and vomits behind her. She sighs, and facepalms.*
John: We're ready!

---

*Laura keeps wandering around poking through things, and looking into peoples rooms.*
Laura: This place is big!

*Beatrix looks towards Horus' funeral, then shrugs and walks towards it. Zeta looks between the room and the funeral, then goes off to find Jillian.*

---

*Beatrix stands beside John, and holds her nose to avoid the smell of vomit. She stares blankly at Horus' body, seeing as though she didn't really know him that much, but she still cares enough kinda to be there.*

*Xan smiles and helps Laura around*
Xan: Yes... it is. I not fully explored everything, always seems to keep going.
*Her instincts tell her something's off about Laura, but she's just an old woman she reasons with herself, what harm can an old woman do?*

*Thoth nods and stands over the grave. He begins speaking in a language not of this earth, but even though verbally he is incomprehensible, his voice rings through everyone's minds, echoing in the language they know best*
Thoth: We lay thee to rest Great Elder. Once known as Hephaestus the Blacksmith, Nergal the Bloody and now known as Horus the Avenger. May you move swiftly to join Danu in the skies, overseeing us all and casting your gaze on those you care for most. Maybe the humani remember you throughout time eternal as the great power you were in life. Rest now, and worry no more. Your time is done, and you are at peace.

*The air around Horus shimmers and a golden casket forms around him. Gleaming brightly in the sunlight as Thoth holds out one hand, guiding it into the earth. There's a soft thud as the casket reaches the bottom of the pit, and Jilial starts to sob again. Thoth clicks his fingers and the scattered earth moves and refills the grave, burying Horus instantly. Finally, Thoth closes his eyes and concentrates, the air shimmering over the grave. Slowly, a Golden Statue of Horus fades into existence, marking his eternal resting spot. The Statue is of him with his arms crossed and what can pass for a smile on his falcon features*

*Thoth sighs, walks over to the statue and using one finger, writes in the base of the statue as if it were still liquid. He writes "Here lies Horus the Avenger, Great Warrior, Loving Partner and Protector of Humankind". He backs off a few paces to admire his work then sighs*
Thoth: I... am not particularly capable when it comes to aiding those grieving loss.
*He looks at Jilial then at the others*
Thoth: Does she have someone to care for her? I fear that she may lose herself, she was the Goddess of Love after all, and this blow... may break her if it hasn't already.

*Sasha remains silent, and bows her head in respect. John does the same, but almost falls over from the effort. He manages to hold onto Sasha's shoulder, avoiding the tumble.*
Sasha: John and I will look over her, and... try to help.
*John manages to nod, and spits a wad of phlegm on the ground.*
*Sasha honestly hasn't spoken to Jilial enough to call her friend, but remembers Horus's last words to John. She sighs, and looks over at John not able to show anything but disappointment towards him.

---
*Jillian stands away's from the funeral, but also bows her head in respect. She says some words only she can hear, and waits for the ritual to end.*

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*Laura makes her way to the bar, and inspects that place. She finds a seat at the booth, and sighs happily in comfort.*
Laura: Thank you for letting me in, those woods were not fun to walk in.

*Dr stays quietly at the back and watches the event from quietly further back, quietly wondering what kind of powers that are at work but has sense to question it at a later date*

*bowing her head slightly but high ernough to see, watching events carefully*

It seems maybe also help from her own kin might be beneficial also. Maybe a older friend?