RP:Sayban Buries Antonio

Antonio is accompanied by the soft scrape of his armored boots across the floor. His weapon strewn across his back, helmet off, mask along with it. Stepping to the board, his eyes flit about the papers, before pressing his own among them. A drink in hand after a visit too the counter, he's soon sitting at a table.

Sayban said to you, "Well, I can't dig, but a trip to Vailkrin sounds fun. I love it there. Wish I could be more help to you, though. *she smiles sweetly*"

Antonio said to Sayban, "I'd love to take you along, but, its a little bit of a matter of... Business. "

Sayban said to you, "That is why I said I wish I could be of more help. I am a druid, not a warrior or hard worker. I can heal small wounds and give power to storms. Anything along those lines, I could assist you with. If you find someone, I might tag along until we get there, then we can go our separate ways."

Antonio told Sayban, "*He tilts his head a little in a nod,* Sounds like it would be a... Pleasure to have you along. * He smiles the slightest bit,* I'll try and find you when I make the trip. "

Sayban said to you, "Thank you. Just send word to Sayban. Chances are, I might already be there with another friend if he ever contacts me."

Antonio said to Sayban, "No problem, *He stops for a moment, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling.* Well, unless you can fill a hole. I can dig on my own I suppose. *The flash of his grin shows beneath the long black hair that comes down past his nose.* I wont be in a condition to help fill it though. "

Sayban said to you, "Well, I could see if the powers within me could help you out. Its worth a try and will allow me to grow stronger within. Or I could ask my dragon to help dig and fill the hole if you like."

Antonio said to Sayban, "Well, may I ask how I could repay you for it, I wouldn't pester. But with the... Tournament coming up. I need to be... Together enough to fight. Its a little bit of a possible matter that I would care to... Attend to. *He smiles pleasantly, pulling back his hair a bit, and tucking it behind his ears.*"

Sayban said to you, "Ah, you must be one that is participating in it. Seeing as Frostmaw is to cold for me, I can't go. Part of your payment can be in telling me how it goes, and the other can be information about Vailkrin and all you know about it. I don't need money. No. Money is not happiness, not at all. "

Antonio said to Sayban, "When would you be able to do this Miss sayban? Because I enjoy Vailkrin, I could tell you a deal, but it may have to be after I finish. It would be the next time I see you. I would be indebted. And I'll do it anytime you're ready. "

Sayban said to you, "I am pretty much free most of the time. I need to know when you are ready so we can get this started. Course I will buy pants so I don't mess of this gown. Could do it now or at a later time."

Antonio said to Sayban, "We could leave now, unless you have something to do? Because I would like to get the worst of this... Over with."

Sayban said to you, "Well then lets go. We don't want to waste time. I will meet you there if you can tell me where to meet you?"

Antonio said to Sayban, "*In his sleepy voice,* Yeah, in the graveyard, the right plots. I have an... Appointment with someone. Do you know how to get there? "

Sayban said to you, "I do. I will be there shortly. "

Antonio his hair catches in the moonlight, a slight sheen too it, he looks over too Sayban. Sitting on the ground, he's halfway into the ground, looking like a man possessed, his armor in a uniform pile at the head of the grave shaped hole. But no tombstone marks it, its clearly free ground. He's up too his shoulders in the ground, " Why hello. "

Sayban appears in the graveyard with her swan dragon. Her hair shines in the light and a white aura around her glows brightly and keeps the avian warm. She walks to the edge of the hole and looks down in it, "Brooke can take over if you like, but mind if I ask why you want the hole dug?"

Antonio after standing up and digging for a moment more, he is up and out of the hole in an instant, thats when you can see it, without his armor, theres another hole, and its right through his chest in the form of a gash. Right through the heart. " Burying me. " He answers simply, with a flippant wave of his hand. " Sounds like fun, ey? "

Sayban sighs as she looks at him, but with a confused light in her eyes. "I don't get it. I know you are Undead, but why bury yourself? Are you ready to move on to the next life and begin its journy?

Antonio laughs, its a little bit mad, but maybe its meant to be. " I offer an explanation in three or so days. About the time it'll take to get out of there. " He smiles. " I'll be fine. Don't worry. "

Sayban nods her head now, "It is what you want to do. I may not understand, but that is quite alright. What is it that you would like me to do?" She kept looking around like she was expecting someone, and an occasional vampire would stroll through and she would look at them with envy and lust almost. But one could not tell with this sweet avian.

Antonio the hole at its deepest, when he's back to working on it, ends with it above his head, his scythe is down with him. His voice carries in its way up too her, " Just fill it in. " If one would glance down the hole, his scythe is embedded in his chest, handle running down his front. He looks peaceful, like its time for a nap. " And along with the explanation, I'll pay you back with that knowledge. "

Sayban takes a deep breath and speaks to the swan dragon in a language that the dragon herself seems to understand. Sayban and Brooke each stand at the ends of the hole. The dragon starts to scoop in dirt with her tail while Sayban starts to glow a green as she manages to lift a small pile of dirt with magic and dump it in the hole. The dragon did most of the work, filling it in quick. Before Antonio was buried, Sayban spoke to him, "Well, good luck and I look forward to the information you can give me." With that, she and the dragon both push the dirt in, covering the hole and leveling it out.

You watched as the last bits of the dirt fell on him, soon his eyes closed when one his face. He didn't sputter, silent already, not even a breath was taken as he lain at the bottom of his grave. Armor at the head of it as his tombstone, he was down here for a reason. Now, it was time to rest... And do what he set out to accomplish.