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The zomboil shuffled his way into the encampment, skeletal toes slicing through the dead grass and dirt as he lurched onwards with a gait that the did not even attempt to smooth out. He knew this journey well from the few times he had made it, passing by tents and training grounds, following his nose towards areas where the scent was more cloying and sometimes sweet to the point of nausea. Where pyres burned and strange colored smoke often rose into the sky.

And then he kept walking, because like most journeys, it wouldn't do for it to be short or easy. He just kept plodding along, and then, eventually, he came to a particularly ungraceful halt outside of a very familiar tent, fingers that were now more bone then flesh reaching up to brush against the fabric that hung in front of the entrance, a glance from side to side showing that no guardian stood to keep vigilant watch, a sight that was mildly surprising to Alexander.

"Medea?" He called out, unsure whether or not he should just let himself in, or if the absence of a guardian on the outside meant that she was not home. After all that walking from such a great long distance for such a typically lazy zombie, he would not at all been happy to find that she wasn't even around for him to speak with.

Well, he supposed if there was no reply, he could always go and harass Salbei for a while instead, and try back later.

The zomboil indeed took a chance to at least look inside, and as he shuffled his way further past the entrance and into the tent itself, he had a quick look around, wrinkling his nose up a bit while chewing on his bottom lip when he noticed she most definitely was not home.

And then suddenly Medea, looking incredibly frazzled, emerged from a burning pyre.

Of course she did. Alex could not even attempt to repress the shudder that ran down his spine at the sight, wondering how in the world anybody could possibly stand to be so close to fire.

"Prieste---" He started, and then cut off abruptly, eyebrows hitching up slightly as she began to hiss out whispers directed at the pyre itself and not him, not even bothering to glance his way. The zomboil sighed inwardly. Rude? He supposed he probably could have waited on the other side of the tent flap for a response, but Alexander had never been overly thoughtful in the manners department.

"Priestess." He sad again, this time inclining his head in a small bow. "Sorry to interrupt. Are you...er...busy right now?" His hands shoved into his pockets and his feet scuffed against the floor as he already began to shuffle back ever so slowly towards the exit, a feeling of unease at her odd whispering and crazed appearance rising inside of him.