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She was a tall, brown haired woman. Her robes were similar in design to that of the red robes of the Fire priest, but her left arm was not sleeved beyond the shoulder. On her exposed arm was a pattern seemingly engraved into the flesh of her arm. At about halfway down her arm, the texture and colour of her flesh suddenly darkened. As she approached, Marcus picked up on the distinct smoky scent of wood that lingered around her.
"Erot? What's that?" Marcus asked.
"Jeez, have you seriously never learned any magical language at all?" Elanor asked. "I thought you were joking when you used to say that."
"It's rather simple," Veil said. "An Erot is a leader in the Crypt of Earth. Since the Lady's name can be translated to mean 'Earthmother,' it is not a stretch to refer as an Erot as a mother in the crypt."
"A mother? Are all leaders in this religion women then?" Marcus asked.