"Men would've been there all night tryin to dig up those graves,well normal men atleast". The alchemist stretched a little and cracked his knuckles."About three or four feet a snow, coupled with the frozen ground underneath where the bodies are buried six feet under and put in caskets..I think its safe to assume that a supernatural entity had dug them up". Flynt paused for a moment and found himself looking over the man once more. Something about his eyes was still throwing him off. Black as night and colder than the snow outside. They vaguely reminded of the black eyed beings he read about once, people who would approach approach your home in the dead of night and ask to be let in. Usually got a dry personality and almost sickly pale skin. He simply dismissed the thought under the circumstances of 1. It's day, 2. He doesn't have a house and 3. He looked healthy and had somewhat of a modest personality. "I don't know the nature of the bodies so I can only speculate on what did it, my top choice probably being a Wendigo. A evil spirit spirit that posses people and give them a nasty craving for human flesh". He shrugged slightly and continued speaking."Only problem with that is, why wouldn't the spirit send it's host on a rampage through the town?" The alchemist let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temples."All I've got is speculation at this point"

Flynt peered over his shoulder to see if the sheriff had arrived or no.[i]Must be busy[/i]. He looked back to the man with his heterochromatic eyes,one a soft golden brown and the other a dazzingly sharp emerald green."Seems my manners left me today, names Flynt. Master alchemist and runestone expert though just Flynt works". He let out a small chuckle and held out a hand for a handshake.
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