"Why do you ask, is there something you wish to know?" Gear asks, tilting his head curiously.
The Master of the Heavenly Yard just kept pacing and muttering to himself, then he stands still and sighs. "Listen to me...I'm raving like a madman. I'll find her when she appears." He says. The bird gives him a soft squawk and looks at him. "Oh, I have a mission for you." The young god tells his familiar, now that he was thinking about it. He takes up a roll of parchment, tied in the middle with a small cord, like a scroll, and hands it to the eagle, who grasps it in his talons. "Could you take that to my opposite, please. It's something I need to know. I need to know if she's anywhere in the afterlife, or if she's been reborn." He explains. Was he weird for talking to a bird? Not really. The bird gives another soft squawk and takes off, presumably down to the darkest depths of the Hellish Yard, where that woman lived.