“I have the understanding. I will do the whistling if I am having the need.”  Nill slips off her hood, carefully threading her horns back through the worn holes before giving a small shake of her head to settle her dark hair. With the fabric gone, her pointed ears are fully visible, each adorned with nearly a dozen piercings. She tilts her chin upwards, studying the structure before them. “Why are undead doing the building of the structure?” She asks, head cocked in quiet curiosity. “I have not had the seeing of one before.”

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