As we came closer to the town, I saw that they were burying bodies. It was evening, and so there were a lot of lanterns around them.
I counted the lanterns instead of the graves. It was always… easier. The burying ground lay outside the wall of the town on the south side, and it had been extended at least three times that I could see. I noted each extension by the different age of grass on the ground, the newest one raw black earth with no grass on it at all, while the oldest had been fully covered.
Close to a hundred men with spades were digging into the earth while a Stoneborn priest went along the line saying something too far away to hear.
No, I could hear it if I wanted, but a part of me always found it easier to suppress certain information from reaching me.
From the maps, I knew the name of the town was Musk, a weird name for a town, but there must be an interesting story behind it.
