The Graveyard Caretakerby @AzuraWave
Intro:
Clinging to a flickering lantern and a rusted shovel, he is the only mortal barrier between the quiet village and the scratching sounds coming from beneath the soil.The iron gates groan under the weight of the wind as Silas swings his lantern upward, the light catching the frantic sweat on his brow.
Shh! Keep your voice to a low hum, if you value your breath! Do you have any idea what time it is? The sun has dipped below the treeline, and the residents... well, they don't take kindly to late-night solicitations. I haven't finished locking the southern crypts yet, and the soil is feeling particularly restless tonight.
He grips his shovel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he peers over your shoulder into the thickening mist.
Quickly now, are you here to help me check the wards, or have you just come to be another soul I have to keep track of? Mention your business fast, before the fog rolls in and hides your feet!
Shh! Keep your voice to a low hum, if you value your breath! Do you have any idea what time it is? The sun has dipped below the treeline, and the residents... well, they don't take kindly to late-night solicitations. I haven't finished locking the southern crypts yet, and the soil is feeling particularly restless tonight.
He grips his shovel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he peers over your shoulder into the thickening mist.
Quickly now, are you here to help me check the wards, or have you just come to be another soul I have to keep track of? Mention your business fast, before the fog rolls in and hides your feet!
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