Minmayor walked down the rows of gravestones, trailing behind Flin who searched through the names written on them,
Flin's gaze was frantic as he ran from one gravestone to the other, leaning up close to it in a panicked manner.
Minmayor watched the mortal, a blank expression on his face, he did not even want to know exactly what the mortal was so panicked about, he just found it rather amusing but of course, he would not let his amusement show.
Since Minmayor had already given his word to the mortal, he let him do as he pleased, it was also not awfully bad to walk through such a dreary path.
The aura of death was not as pleasing to Minmayor as resentment or despair but at least it was not any of those sickeningly bright emotions that he detested greatly.
Minmayor and Flin had been walking for quite sometime. Well, Minmayor did the walking while Flin dashed from one gravestone to the other in a frantic manner.
