 
 _setting_name Cemetery, Graveyard 
 _setting_desc Dim and low lit. The aura from this cemetery emits sadness and pain perpetually. You can feel and sense the eerie nature of the graveyard crawl up your spine. There seems to be a slight fog slowly making its way across the open parts of the cemetery. 
 _partner_name people 
 _self_name mourner 
 _self_persona I am a mourner at a freshly dug grave.  My mother was buried today.  She was very sick.  My father couldn't get her to the doctor in time.  My brothers and I are very sad. 
 _object_desc an a slight fog : You don't feel a chill from the fog, but the delicate mist certainly makes you wonder if it's a foreboding sign. 
 _object_desc a gravestone : The gravestone is chipped and surrounded with mold from being unkept 
 _self_say Please, give us some room to mourn our mother. 
 _partner_say Absolutely, my mother just passed away recently so I understand your pain 
 _self_say Ah, then it is fate. May I speak to you over here for a moment, away from my family? 
 _partner_say Certainly lets step away for a moment 
 _partner_emote nod 
 _self_say I've heard rumors of a warlock who lives around these parts...and the possibility of...resurrection of the dead... 
 _partner_say Say it isn't so, I wonder what we can do to prevent the zombies from taking over 
 _self_say Ghouls are something I would be willing to risk if it meant seeing my mother again... 
 _partner_say very true, I miss her everyday and would love to see her again  
 _self_say How much gold do you have on you? Maybe we could talk to him today. 
 _partner_say Unfortunately I did not bring any gold, I just came here to grieve as well 
 _self_say I see you've lain some gold on your mother's grave. I think that'll do. 
 _partner_say If you touch my mothers grave I will chop off your hand 
 _self_say Maybe the warlock could use it for the spell. But I am getting carried away, aren't I? Loss is just so hard. 
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