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As the last smolders faded, a boot ground down on what imagined remains were left.

Those same boots climbed the stairs, careful to keep a little more distance from the wall and rail so as not to catch her wings and trip. She remembered what clumbsiness she suffered a few month prior and so kept her wings pressed close. The gift had been for flying obviously and not walking around.

Pressing open the door, Jay entered the main room where Hanuvh and she had left the others.

Or at least she thought they had left them here. Now there was just Otiian.

"Where did the others go? Gather them if they are still present in the building," she asked, not caring that she had not seen him in the house when she had first arrived.

Shutting the door behind her she paced until Otiian had found every last one of them that had been present earlier. In a half ring in front of her they stood, all with variations of the same look the merchant and Hanuvh had shown her, some more of fear, fewer other with hints of nervous excitement. She noticed they made sure to give her clearence, especially the the sides around her wings.

"I have unfortunate news to pass on," she started, trying to speak as she once did with regular townsfolk to avoid being pushed around as a just female ranger. "Hanuvh has been taken under the Swan's wing and has passed on. A new successor is to be chosen and I've been asked to name him or her. Hanuvh's quarters are to remain undisturbed while I see to his wishes. If I do find anything tampered with, that person better ask the Swan for blessings of a quick death." Cold eyes circled the lot of them as she was in no mood to argue this.

"For now, a proper burial is in order, both for Hanuvh and the sacrifice he had presented." Two of the men she directed to retrieve Hanuvh's body and have him laid out on the table. The two women she directed to both get one covering for the table and one for their former Lord as well as to remove the chairs from the room.

Then she turned to Otiian. "You can find a place to lay him to rest, right? I will need another for the man Hanuvh provided for sacrifice as well. You have your connections?"

"Good," Jay mumbled while watching the men return from the stairway with Hanuvh carried between them. She waited until they left the room before speaking to Otiian again.

"It was a quick parting. One that I could never hope for." Her eyes were unfocused until the two men who had carried Hanuvh up walked out of the dinning room. She quickly asked the other men to assist or comfort the women should they need it and to pay their respects before making a return trip to the basement and taking the other man to the kitchen.

Seeing a view of Hanuvh's body through the doorway made her gut sink and her wings press in again around her shoulders.

"Some things are never easy, no matter who it is," she commented aloud.

"So I saw tonight, in fact," Jay commented. "The rest know, but you were not present. An... aquaintence of mine accidentally caused a stir frightening a younger one. The rest could probably give what details they saw later." Already some were looking around at each other on that comment.

"No, I will not explain more about him," the Revenant stated, marking the topic off-limits.

When it was quiet long enough, the ranger turned to look at Otiian, "See to the others. The children, I shall see to. This cannot be hidden from them... if they haven't heard our words already."

About to head up the stairs, a swing of her arm into her own view reminded her of the condition of her shirt. That would not do when speaking to the striplings about Hanuvh’s passing.

Jay turned back to quickly pass through the dinning room to the kitchen, averting her eyes from those in mourning. She slowed down when her eyes paused on the body that had been left in this room though.

"Prest" he'd called himself. There was nothing else to add. Family, home, job... all the information a mystery lost when his life was traded for hers. And yet…

She glanced back at the doorway that led to the dinning room.

Maybe it was the way Hanuvh had died. Or maybe it was because she had not a day to know the man who rested on the table beside the pots and ladles. She swallowed down the guilt that crept up as she stared at the hole in Prest's chest, guilt because she felt worse for the leader of the cult than this someone here.

She washed up her hands, splashing some on her face to help clear her mind, before hurrying back through the rooms to the basement for her coat to wear over her stained shirt. She undid the button at the back of the neck that opened up a place for the wings to go before sliding on the coat and going back upstairs to try and find the young ones.

'Should only take me seconds majority of the town is sleep or suffering from hangovers.' -He open his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness like it was the daylight to the eyes of the human, It has been an interesting evening since the meet with the young girl B, to hearing "it" demand he stay out of what Jayara was to do. He hopped out the window with ease as he took off running chasing towards the pull that led him to Jayara.

Her hand motioned for him to enter through the window and not the front door, her face much more sullen than he'd seen it last inside the building on the lower floors. Even though he'd been associated with her and could possibly take the front entrance now, with all that had happened it was probably best not to stir the pot with the rest of the cult even more.

She remembered something as soon as he took a step forward and had him pause. She looked down at her sleeve and then back at him. "My shirt... I probably smell of blood. Is it going to bother you?" The only pair of extra clothing she had was at the inn with Volpone.

'Instead of the front door, head for a second floor window on the south side,' she added to her words for Micheal thinking it would be best for him to remain unseen as well.