An older man stands from his seat, his build very lean but fit. His outfit is a strange mash of standard wool pants and shirt, but also a necklace of bones, a small headdress of colorful feathers, and markings upon his arms. Although he seems fit, his age clearly shows. Streaks of gray shine in his long hair and his face show signs of wrinkles.
Once all the others have taken their chance to speak with her, he begins to move. With a wooden staff in hand, he slowly makes his way over to Kendra, hobbling almost as much as a man in his dying days. Once he is with her, he places his hand on her should.
"The professor told me that things outside of my tribe are different, I never realized how so. I'm sorry, but I don't understand this ritual, though I respect it. From my understanding, things do not fare well for you. I offer my sympathy and would like to offer the help I can. However, what is it when I am 'pallbearer?'"