Graveyard:
"A risen undead? That is quite strange, most people in the village would report a death so I could perform the proper rites," Donovan says, frowning slightly. "I do not doubt your ability to take care of yourself, though the situation is still unusual to me. Undead can take many forms and hold many different abilities or so I've read, though there is typically some external force at play when that occurs. Where did you encounter this creature?"
He raises an eyebrow as Carwyn's tone suddenly turns for the suspicious, raising his hands as if to signal that he meant no harm. "It is nothing more than a matter of courtesy, child. The time when performing such physical labor was a trivial matter for me is long past; I have to rely on others to volunteer their time these days. Luckily some do."
He gestures to an adjacent grave, upon which a small tombstone is inscribed with simply a date. "Sometimes when a burial is required, they will dig an extra hole in advance so I do not have to wait if another body is brought to be buried. In this case it was dug just a few weeks ago at the same time as this one here. I was never told who they were though, I had simply found the grave prepared and finished one day when I was making my rounds." He sighs, clasping his hands and bowing for a quick prayer as he stands over the hole. "It is truly a shame, but sometimes they are simply beyond recognition. We can only hope that their memory lives on somewhere in the world."
"A risen undead? That is quite strange, most people in the village would report a death so I could perform the proper rites," Donovan says, frowning slightly. "I do not doubt your ability to take care of yourself, though the situation is still unusual to me. Undead can take many forms and hold many different abilities or so I've read, though there is typically some external force at play when that occurs. Where did you encounter this creature?"
He raises an eyebrow as Carwyn's tone suddenly turns for the suspicious, raising his hands as if to signal that he meant no harm. "It is nothing more than a matter of courtesy, child. The time when performing such physical labor was a trivial matter for me is long past; I have to rely on others to volunteer their time these days. Luckily some do."
He gestures to an adjacent grave, upon which a small tombstone is inscribed with simply a date. "Sometimes when a burial is required, they will dig an extra hole in advance so I do not have to wait if another body is brought to be buried. In this case it was dug just a few weeks ago at the same time as this one here. I was never told who they were though, I had simply found the grave prepared and finished one day when I was making my rounds." He sighs, clasping his hands and bowing for a quick prayer as he stands over the hole. "It is truly a shame, but sometimes they are simply beyond recognition. We can only hope that their memory lives on somewhere in the world."