Kechaiya was pleased that her companion had agreed to escort and protect her while Calyn guided them. Then he asked how Calyn had died and ended up as a ghost. The moment the words left his mouth, the nearby temperature plummeted to freezing, Kech immediately bundling up as tight as she could manage. There was no wind or anything else to explain what caused such a phenomenon, so she had to assume it was Calyn. She didn't know ghosts could do such a thing.
The Konti woman's voice was a bit sad as she started, her features seemingly darker, as she floated past them, leading the way, "There's not a lot to it. A fire broke out in the orphanage, several lives were lost, my own among them." Kechaiya followed after her, teeth chattering. She hated the petching cold. Why couldn't everywhere be wonderful like the deserts of Eyktol? "Before I opened the orphanage, I made my money from the blood of others. And I was the best at it, there was no mark that could escape my blade. But I did have a rival, a woman completely different from me in every way. I was neat, professional, meticulous. She was bloody, brutal, and terribly effective. We butted heads many a time, competing for jobs, and it eventually become a back and forth game of one upping one another."
Calyn didn't seem to be minding the footing as she spoke, since it didn't apply to her. But the graveyard was rocky and hilly, and Kech was finding it difficult to navigate around the tomestones and prickly shrubbery. She kept up, because she'd never heard this story before, "When I retired, so did my rival. For a while she simply enjoyed the money she'd made, and I opened the orphanage and the Cheap Side. In our boredom, we often found ourselves drinking together, telling the stories of our kills, of how we had beaten the other. Those were some of the best times. We had made a pact, that we would die together. I was unable to keep my part of the agreement though, thanks to that damnable fire. So I wait on her to pass, and we can move on together. Jillene will join me one day, and I cannot wait for it."
Kechaiya couldn't believe what she'd heard. She always knew Jillene was a rough tumbler, but she hadn't known that the two of them killed for money, or had even known each other. It was a surprising revelation, Calyn was warm and sweet, and one of the best people she'd ever known in her life. And Jillene while blunt and gruff, was inherently good. But just like Kechaiya, everyone had a past they didn't share often. She continued after the floating woman, when she pointed to a single grave atop a small hill. "That's me." Under the Leth light, Kechaiya could see three wolves sniffing around her grave, and the all looked up, apparently smelling or hearing their approach. They snarled and snapped, not charging, rather, moving toward them, weaving around tombs and stones, light yips as they communicated with one another. "Practice your blade Onyx Eyes. And take lead Stick Swinger."