Allyn stopped just inside the gates of the cemetery, meeting the dead stone eyes of one of the gargoyles from a distance. It didn't react--of course--but he spent a long moment examining it, from its fang-filled snarl to the sharp talons with which it gripped its perch. The whole aesthetic was very different from the cemeteries he had seen growing up. Those had always felt like... not nice places, per se, but places of quiet conte mplation, where on a fall day like this a parent might take their child to witness the blessing of the tombs.

He had a hard time imagining any children coming here.

The office, thankfully, wasn't far, and Allyn headed over. First things first was to get the money--and the letter that would presumably enumerate his duties for the night. With any luck, they would be mostly perfunctory, and he could spend a few quiet hours working on his research.