Bull Rush arrives at fremont park. He looks like hell.
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It's not long before he can scent Tony's approach, and the elder Ithaeur walks up alongside Bull Rush. His discerning gaze taking in the other Uratha and spotting the obvious. "You look like hell."
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"Thats good. I feel like it. So, the rite." Bull Rush=business. at least that doesn't change.
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Tony leads Bull Rush into a small pocket of trees, away from nearby eyes and ears. "Right. Most rites serve one purpose, they do one thing. The Funeral Rite is different. It honors the dead, it provides an opportunity to say goodbye, and it speeds the soul on it's journey. It does three things, making it fundamentally different from just about any other rite out there." And with that Tony settles down to the details of the rite, spending an hour detailing the ancient bans and agreements that make it work. Drilling them into Bull Rush's head until he's as certain as he can be that the other Ithaeur's knowledge is sufficient to perform the rite.
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"Thanks. I'll owe you one for this." Bull Rush says after the instruction, and leaves.
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