Grim chuckled darkly at that, but didn't respond. He led her around a few street corners until he came upon the cemetery. It was perhaps the oldest spot in the whole of Basin. So old in fact, that it was probably the only spot within fifty miles that still had grass. It was small, there were maybe only thirty or so headstones that were more or less still standing there, though most, if not all, had been crumbling away over the years for so long, there was no way to tell on any what had once been inscribed on them. All save for one headstone, which looked brand-spanking new compared to the rest. It couldn't have been there for more than a generation. Grim nimbly hopped over the stone wall that into the yard, since the gate was locked.