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

Shiara listened to the knight's instructions to his apprentice, and noted that they were indeed short on time.  She desperately wanted more information about the Cursed, as he named them, but realized that it might have to wait.  "Lord Barrett, it occurs to me that I've not offered my name.  I am Shiara.  And while I need to know more about the Cursed to figure out effective countermeasures, if we do not have the time now then I shall see what I can come up with on my own, while you deal with the local lord."  A moment of thought, and then she continued.  "I will work on a more effective barrier.  I also mean to see what I can do to reconsecrate the graveyard, though with that hole in the crypts anything I do will be a temporary measure."  Shiara sighed.  "Even if the grounds were properly consecrated, we couldn't fit everyone in Kenfort here.  That means I need to seek the source of these Cursed."

The bearded man that confronted them when the weary party returned to daylight was an annoyance, but one quickly dealt with by Mergoux.  It was just as well the duty didn't fall to Shiara, for his accusation of queer magicks did not sit well with her.  The content of his accusation, however, was of interest, and while she really wanted a bath, she might not get a second chance to obtain details.

"You say the grave called to you?" she asked, looking at the gaping pit.  Was this connected to the Cursed, or just the standard hazards of a place of death?  "Can you tell me more?"