Talk of the grave robberies had Fendros slightly nervous. His rational mind reminded him quickly that Ahnasha had her limits, even if it was the first suspect he thought of. Besides, it was unfair to assume it was her by virtue of being one of the only necromancers he knew. He was on enough alert that did not hesitate to respond. "Of course," he said with a firm. "That foreman can wait. This is no time for digging up our dead."

Sabine was less eager but she was not about to complain. "We can hope Hal-Neesa is not in a poor mood."

"We can hope," Fendros said. "Thank you again, Blue-Shield. I apologise for cutting this short, but I expect you'll be hearing from us soon for fittings and the like." He began to walk. "Come, let us see to this. Saras, could you give us the details on the way to the graveyard? And you..." he addressed the farmer. "Tell us your name and lead the way, please."

Sabine followed along pensively with her hands clasped.