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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pacdidj" data-source="post: 5042385" data-attributes="member: 86793">Yimayngurr shifts nervously from one foot to the other under the raven's piercing gaze, "I catch ya mate. My people back on Kythira also respect the Raven Mother's children. After a funeral we been leaving the body out for the little winged ancestors. When they pick the bones good and clean we put em in the log coffin, and leave it standing on the beach. That way it carries the spirit on back to sea and, how would ya say?... Recharges the spirit waters where my people come from." The half-orc's eyes take on a far-away look while speaking of his homeland, and he soon falls silent. Presently he says, "Think I'll go see about bagging me some fish mate. All these oranges are getting ta be a little much." Yimayngurr strolls to the stern of the ship, and leans up against the rigging as he begins to lash his rope around the end of a javelin in preparation for spear fishing.</blockquote>