"You insult me, good sir! Forty platinum coins is a steal for such fine animals!" the merchant puffed, flushing with red anger. If you are trying to rob me, the least you could do is suggest a better price! Even your servant came here with a more reasonable, but still low thirty! Thirty-five platinum and two more to forget this insult, and that is my final offer!" His loud demeanour alerted the many workers in the stable, but none seemed too concerned with the debate. No guards seemed to be present in the area.

The moment Keystone's horse entered the graveyard, two soldiers rushed up with cries to get off the animal and leave it outside. The monk got some angry looks, but nothing beyond that. Saran took both horses and waited outside of the fence, nuzzling the animals.

The soldier Keystone approached was a scruffy young man with an unkempt beard and a face suggesting he had been here multiple nights. He gave the monk a glazed over look and exchanged glances with his partner, both resting their hands on sword pommels. The other guard, a much older looking man, but clean shaven and seemingly fresh out of bed, chuckled at the monk:

"An orc, leading the city militia? Ne'er heard 'o that in our town. All the vermin are buried in the back, paladin or not. Saw me a half orc, methinks, two days ago, lowered into the last grave on the fourth row from the back,' the man gestured in the rough direction of the grave. "Should be a stone slab with a name on it," he finished with a mix of smugness and wary on his face.

The name 'Raa' was present in the graveyard close to where the guard pointed. A simple stone slab signified the last resting place of the half orc and a fresh mound of earth covered the grave. No further markings were around the grave and the area appeared to be last disturbed mere hours before Keystone arrived.