People had come from far and wide to visit the Rokkrinu Fair.  Yavish was one of them, having come here by way of an invitation by way of someone in need of fighters who could deal with some dangerous spirits that had thankfully been quarantined for the time being.  She was more than willing to help vanquish the malevolent beings back to their graves, but she was also here for another reason.  Apparently, this fair also allowed visitors the chance to speak with their loved ones whom death had taken from them.  To be able to speak with her adoptive father again warmed her heart, and she was looking forward to seeing him again.

While there were plenty of attractions that had people flocking to them, she sought out one in particular.  It was a procession called the Sálir Parade, and there she would hopefully meet him.  She recalled all that he had taught him, and remembered when he lost his life in that raid that her real parents were a part of.  Yavish searched up and down the crowded streets until at last, she saw blue lights moving as a group in the distance.  She approached and saw the cloaked men and lanterns which told her that indeed, she had located the parade.

They walked and chanted, their lanterns swaying in the breeze.  She was unsure of what the words meant, but nevertheless she watched and listened.  Other folks with the same mind as Yavish stayed close to the procession, but not too close as to impede their movement.  Eventually, ghosts of the deceased began to appear and started to mill about.  Some of them were quickly recognized by their mourners and were swift to embrace each other.  After the heartfelt greetings, they began to chat, catching up on old times, laughing about humorous times, and other sorts of banter.

Yavish kept her eyes peeled for her loving father.  He was not a minotaur like her or her monster of one, but a man with a golden heart.