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Decay of most organic matter made an excellent environment for fungi, specifically the bio-luminescent Fungi that grew native to these caves Mordrem carefully tended. There wasn't anyone in the graveyard right now at least no one he could see. Mordrem grumbled. Not like it mattered anyway. Both Nan and Tah alike were under-appreciative of his rather exquisite work if he might say so himself. Most of the tribe often forgot he existed at all, taking the fact the light from the fungi he grew had always simply been there. Mordrem scoffed a little as the carefully checked patches he suspected might have fungi growing. He was always very careful in picking new growth to add to his crop. Mordrem only wanted the best and brightest, but wild was a bit harder to find.

then he found a patch of growth on the lower half of a rotting patch of wood the tah carefully inspected it before grumbling in disappointment. It wasn't too healthy and the wood had almost dried out causing the fungi not to be too bright. It could be saved however, he wasn't sure if it would be worth it with this batch, it didn't seem to bright.

Despite the city being made mostly of stone, there was some left over wood in places from construction or thrown away from abandoned props, if it was untreated it made for excellent spore sewing; along with the fact the entire cave system was relatively more humid in some areas than others. One just had to know where to look. Mordrem continued to ponder before another moment grumbling again.

The tah was almost startled, almost upon hearing a Nan speak. How could he have missed her? "No you didn't" he replied simply. Modrem began to carefully lift some of the rotting wood examining it carefully. Mordrem scoffed he didn't need an invite to the graveyard. He was just looking for fungi. He was surprised at all another soul was here. The graveyard was usually deserted. She was awfully cheery for a Nan. Mordrem though often was in a better mood when no one else was around. He took note of her work, she must be the current grave keeper.

"You are not the only one who has a job to do." the Tah spoke with a deep rumbling voice. Though just his normal voice one might accidentally mistake it for something more intimidating. Mordrem didn't really care though what others thought of him; he only cared about his work. Mordrem wasn't much on idle chatter either though he kept and ear on Dirge.

"I keep the lights going so balam of other species can see." Mordrem grumbled as he revealed a soft glowing fungi at the bottom of the stack of damp wood. He glanced up fpr a moment giving the nan his attention. He generally didn't like talking to others since they never appreciated his delicate work. He noted the mask she was working in. New gravekeeper she must ve, the fact the graves hadn't deteriorated and were very well cared for showed she cared quite a bit about her job as well.

Thankless jobs they were but jobs to be proud of none the less.