He looked over to Baker as he walked in. He smirked to the boy with he spoke [b][color=9e0b0f]"Not yet, the festivities have yet to begin"[/color][/b] he said. He reached into his bag as he pulled out what looked like a severed mummified hand, and as well it should. Cause that is exactly what it was. Setting it down at the head of the table each finger had a wick like a candle. [b][color=9e0b0f]"The hand of a thief"[/color][/b] was all he said before pulling out a match, striking it and lighting each finger. Stepping back for a moment he let the artifact do it's job. Soon all of the bodies in the morgue groaned and as they started to thrash about on the tables. All except the one covered in markings. Soon his eyes shot open and it stood up as He grabbed it by the neck shoving him back down. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Good morning"[/color][/b] he said to the man as he looked up at him [b]"What in the hell are you!"[/b] He screamed out as He lifted him back up before slamming down.

  [b][color=9e0b0f]"Briar Tell me about him now"[/color][/b] He growled as he looked at the re-animated man. [b]"He, he was our leader, took over three years ago. Showed up, killed our leader then said we were moving out here. Said we would prosper and that he had contacts.[/b] 

  [b][color=9e0b0f]"What contacts? who is helping him.[/color][/b]
  [b]"Haversthon, It's Haversthon. Rumor is they are part of some secret society"[/b]
  [b][color=ed1c24]"Which one"[/color][/b]
  [b]"I don't know, and not just that Briar...something is off about him. I've seen him get shot, it should of been a killing blow.[/b]He paused for a moment [b]"I see you, the real you...What are you?"[/b]
  [b][color=9e0b0f]"Nothing you would understand"[/color][/b] He grabbed the hand and blew on the palm as all the candles went out. The bodies stopped moving returning to be nothing but corpses. 
 
  [b][color=9e0b0f]"Dead men don't lie"[/color][/b] He said putting the hand back into his bag. Turning he looked to the boy [b][color=9e0b0f]"This town has been cursed, it's slowly becoming a beacon for the supernatural."[/color][/b] He pulled out another cigarette and struck a match lighting in. [b][color=9e0b0f]"I can hear it's crys, it's echos. There is something in those mines[/color][/b]