A Motivated Shift
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 12:00 am
In poker-faced silence, as is the expectation, a pale halfling bundled in gray robes works an uneventful shift in the Mortuary, ferrying corpses to portals elsewhere after seeing to their appropriate care. Her work is methodical, efficient and without error, save for one. A former deader, now doubly dead, reaches her as intact as any 'slain' zombie could hope to be, only to meet a portal to an off-city crematorium sans a hand.
As the shift dragged on, end nearing, the small Dustman seems no less effective than she was at the beginning of the grim work. If anything, the last few bodies assigned to her care are addressed and ferried to their final homes with subtly spiked fervor. Working with pride in the Mortuary is hardly proper, but expecting perfection from Namers is a road to disappointment.
As the shift dragged on, end nearing, the small Dustman seems no less effective than she was at the beginning of the grim work. If anything, the last few bodies assigned to her care are addressed and ferried to their final homes with subtly spiked fervor. Working with pride in the Mortuary is hardly proper, but expecting perfection from Namers is a road to disappointment.