[The voice is unfamiliar and unexpected, and van Zieks has his own pause before he responds, eyes narrowed with momentary uncertainty. Is it another trick meant to manipulate him, or something else?
Regardless—he drops the bouquet behind him and rests a hand on the hilt of his blade. He makes no movement to draw it yet, and won't unless he's given no choice, but he will defend himself... and what remains of his family.]
I will not allow you to disturb this place of rest.
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Regardless—he drops the bouquet behind him and rests a hand on the hilt of his blade. He makes no movement to draw it yet, and won't unless he's given no choice, but he will defend himself... and what remains of his family.]
I will not allow you to disturb this place of rest.