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[bread_goes_bip]

[307 Miller]

[Are you a member of Death clan that has figured out Grandma usually has some sort of treat in the house? Well... yeah, she's making brownies]

[Around Town 1]

[If Death knows you, be it from home or from Mayfield, she's showing up at your door]

How's everything holding up?

[Around Town 2]

[And if she doesn't know you, she's hitting up new houses on her makeup sales route. As always, she'll talk to anyone who happens to answer the door.]

Hi, do you have any interest in makeup?

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[notalady]

A drunk poet. [Arya's not impressed.]

[bread_goes_bip]

So he is the one I was thinking of. My brother was always fond of him.

[notalady]

You know him?

[bread_goes_bip]

I haven't run into him here, but there was at least someone very much like him at home. And there, well, I know everyone.

[notalady]

No one know everyone.

[bread_goes_bip]

I do... because I'm Death.

[notalady]

Seven Hells! Are you serious? [A few days ago, she might have dismissed her as a mad woman...and she was still seriously thinking about it. But she didn't seem mad. And this place was...weird.]

[bread_goes_bip]

I am. I'm not on duty, as it were, here. But at home I divide life from all that comes before and all that comes after.

[notalady]

What comes after? [She knows what her mother would say. She'd tell her about the Seven again. But she had always leaned more towards her father's gods. And the Old Gods were more mysterious.]

[bread_goes_bip]

There's not one set place. Different groups have different places.