[center][color=lightsteelblue][h3][i]Shiara Cazarin, bone mage[/i][/h3][/color][/center]

"Not a mystic," Shiara corrected, thinking irritably of the sham fortunetellers that mazsde coin off of simple folk by pretending to be things they were not.  Mention of another nearby made her look over her shoulder, and she ignored entirely the incorrect mention of a town she'd never been to.  The older man's next words caught her attention.  A corpse become something else?  She went over the rumors in her mind, dead that didn't stay dead, rising to wreak havoc.

"A corpse buried on consecrated ground should be beyond medling," she said, though she didn't mean his this time.  "But this place's power has weakened -- and by disturbing the dead you weaken it further.  I have a duty to the dead, and to the living."  As the man listened to his shovel, a strange act indeed, Shiara made her way towards him.  The moment he was done she laid her own hand upon the handle and pulled it free, calling silently for Kem to support her.  As Shiara stepped back, shovel in hand, her stance was no longer that of a simple traveller but the alert and ready pose of a fighter.

"There are many ways to catch a fish," she said.  "Rather than disturb a properly-buried corpse, why don't you let me help?  Or else explain exactly what you gain by troubling one that should be left lie."