"Welcome back, Varrek."
"Welcome back?" he slowed the pace at the reception, '-why is there a line at the mortuary?' a confused glance at Menti saw nothing gain, the receptionist shrugged.
"Welcome back," said a muffle glee from within the office, the crowd turned and narrowed, "-are you the mortician?" they exclaimed.
"Yes, why?"
"We've heard the news from the Steward… have you found out what happened to my son?" the same sentences repeated with a title change, "-have you seen my daughter?" it echoed, "-my wife," so on and so forth, the noise clamored about the hall.
