He even calls me "Mari," and he's constantly worrying about me.

I can't imagine anyone turning in that strip of cloth to the lost and found.

But who else would attend?

Which means, you have a job for me?

Why are you being so nice to me?

If you would come with me to th—

Malacath protect you.

Mara will protect you.

Mara protect us both.

Mara forgives you, my child.

Gods speed to ye.

Think of all she can change, our Cerys!

Ah. Good to know the Black Ones are lookin' out for our welfare.

Don't ye dare speak ill of our givers!

We send 'em gifts all year long, and on this night they repay us with their blessing.

Lady Mara bids you welcome to Her Benevolence.