"Hey, shadow guy dude!" A voice called out from the entrance of the graveyard. Veitaru appeared, short non-intimidating figure that she was, wrapped partly in her cloak with the hood up.

"Have we rounded everybody up yet for the angry fairy? Didn't want to keep wandering around if we had." As she finished walking forward, she rested her right shoulder against a random grave. Here, in the sun, pale as it was, she was far less reverent about the dead than in the dark.

She had a rock in her left hand, idly tossing it up and down.