She leads the entire party down the cave and corridors of the Vault, packed full of hundreds, many of whom begin to stare at the procession. She pulls off her gloves, careful to stow them in a pocket, and then hums an old chant she learned from her grandfather, honoring the judge of souls.

It's... Some time-- not too too long, but long enough that one might wonder how much longer it will take-- before they arrive. She waves at the arch, the scales above it, the flame of a spirit in one scale and a crystal of ice in the other.

Within, human bones, neatly folded, make decorations, chandeliers, carefully fluted alcoves. Some of them even have names, though this is reserved only for the most notorious of Corsairs, where the skull is very carefully cemented into the wall. "This is only the lead-up to it. The shrine proper is a little further. Here, those who have gone to the Scales before us are honored."

Even here, there are people, though fewer. Almost all are mourning, and some swap daring tales of the dead. Conversation and music fill the catacombs.

Eventually, they come to an alcove, and here, carved in bas-relief, is the form of the previous Hades, behind his desk, staring down at Kanna... And at Alara. A small donation box sits in front, as well as a set of hand-bells and a small set of tools for maintaining the shrine.

"So. Now comes the proof of it." Kanna takes up a hand-bell, closes her eyes, mutters another prayer. "Whenever it pleases, I'll ring with you."