Allyn lays the phone down on the table, frowning. That was... well, all kinds of odd. And the old man hadn't answered his question. Intentionally? If he's honest with himself, this Marcus sounds like he might just be one of all-mouth-no-ears types--he's met enough old men like that. All the same, really strange.

Two thousand dollars, though. And what is it about this graveyard that the township hates so much? He doesn't remember reading anything in the papers about the town trying to get rid of the graveyard, and it's not like Autumn Island generates a lot of news on most days. Is it a behind the scenes effort? Some old-money old-name councilman trying to claim the property for himself? To go through all the effort of delisting it--maybe someone is using the cemetery as a front for something?

The waiter sets the coffee down on the table in front of him, and Allyn looks up at them, blinking bleary eyes. Something is odd about the way the staff is looking at him. Something that only started when he mentioned Marcus's name during his phone call. 

[color=d1653a]"Thanks,"[/color] he croaks. Clears his throat, then, more audibly: [color=d1653a]"Hey, uh. You know anything about the Old Cemetery?"[/color] He takes his best pass at a friendly smile, meeting the waiter's eyes.

[i]Allyn has rolled a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28941]4 to Research[/url].[/i]