Barrow Fields Sentry

a graveyard, the bard assumed. mounds too large for a rabbit's warren, and seemingly not hollow, as the dark brown of his forelegs and tired tilt of his head implied.

as all graveyards, it brought a morose feeling - or at least the mirthful man had decided that was morosity, and not something more sinister and less poetic.

and just like every other graveyard worth its bones, it was haunted by a wraith.

this ghost was wreath in black, brown showing where they had erupted from their place of rest. in want for life, it took it from others, and now feasted on the plentiful energies of a rabbit.

slavuj observed them from atop a mound, standing somewhat uneasily, still uncertain whether this would insult those deep within.