Airs of the Dead

 is considered a Hidden Quality discovery in Sunless Skies.

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Obtaining
Hidden Qualities are used to track various things and are invisble to the player.

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Enclave

 * [ 0 ] An enclave of the dead. These shades – some once human, some not, all masked and quiet – are performing the observances they hope will secure their passage through Death's Door. \n\nThey pray around a pattern of stones arrayed in complex circles. Occasionally, one of them stands and moves a stone, provoking a fierce, but silent and gesticulatory, argument.\n\nWhen you approach, they stop. The laws of guest-right require that they offer you respite.
 * [ 15 ] An enclave of the dead. These shades are engaged in rites to prepare their passage through Death's Door. They produce slow, ceremonial music with chimes and drums. A handful of them dance ecstatically, their exertions incongruous with the solemn melody.\n\nWhen you approach, they stop. The laws of guest-right require that they offer you respite.
 * [ 28 ] An enclave of the dead is here, where a mix of human and inhuman shades are engaged in a ritual of performative grief. One of them lies on a marble slab while the others claw at the ground, and tear their clothes, and pour dust into the eye-sockets of their masks: all in silence.\n\nWhen you approach, they stop. The laws of guest-right require that they offer you respite.
 * [ 41 ] This is an enclave of the forsaken dead; a gathering of those shades who have failed in their attempts to pass through Death's Door and now linger, with nowhere to go.\n\nThey huddle around the embers of a fire. Some of them rub ash into their skin to feel the memory of warmth.
 * [ 61 ] Here is an enclave of the forsaken dead – some human, some the spirits of animals – who have fallen between the cracks of the Kingdom's labyrinthine bureaucracy. \n\nTheir masks are smeared with dust. Their limbs are thin as sticks; their eyes avid. They are hungry. Petrichor – the food of the dead – will not suffice, now. Nor will bread or biscuits. They need something hotter.
 * [ 76 ] The dead of this enclave are engaged in an unseemly revel. Though their masks are solemn, their antics are merry. Some dance, or chase each other in sport, or are langourously entangled. All of it takes place in utter silence.\n\nWhen they notice you, some abandon their antics to approach you, curious.

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