Talk:The Mortuary/@comment-4932536-20130529122130

''It was a moonless night. A figure, rather petite and feminine could be seen walking through the graves. A slight chill could be felt in the air. The figure stopped in front of a newly erected grave. She bent down and touched the stone before placing both hands on the soft soil. Reaching into the bag she brought with her, she pulled out a small stuffed bear and leaned it against the stone. The figure whispered one thing, "Ailred Wolfskill, son of Athena."''