Walled, gated and watched over by the Night Guard; it was a silent respite from the noise and busy streets around it. The cemetery was almost untouched by the outside world, shielded from the winds and constant sound of industry and city life. Reiner lead his party through the rows of tombstones and ancient stone mausoleums interspersed by trees and foliage. Besides the mist pooling around their feet the air was still and silent, even the colours seemed faded and forgotten. “It’s quiet here.” Cynthia’s voice wavered. Reiner looked up from his map of the area and smiled. “It’s a dampening spell, cast across the entire cemetery. Keeps out the sounds of the city — the dead like their quiet, as do the mourners.” He stopped to re-orientate himself, checking the map. The mausoleums around them were weather-worn and scarred by ivy growth, the gargoyles perched above them chipped and crumbling. The tombstones themselves were almost illegible and faded. Between the high walls surrounding the cemetery and the overlapping tree cover little light reached them through the thinning canopies.
