Nancy
"Ah, I am sorry for your loss. He sounded like a very good man." The Nord had her head down for a short while.

Calina also chimed in her opinion of the Great War.
"I feel bad that the actions of one man have ruined the Great Empire. You can tell a lot of soldiers wished they fought a bit longer, now we have the Thalmor sticking their fingers in everyone's pie. But all we can do now is prepare for the next one, you and I know the Dominion won't let a tie hold them down for long, I just hope we can finish the job."

After a long pause, Calina sighed.
"But, we're alive and here today. I'll stick around for a short while, never get out of Whiterun often so this is a treat for sure. Do you recommend anything I should check out? This is my first visit here." She crossed her arms, asking.
Geraldine
"Aye, if you need a good drink, a hot meal or a warm bed, the Dead Man's Drink will welcome you with open arms. Let's see... Down the road, Zaria runs Grave Concoctions, a skilled alchemist from Hammerfell specializing in poisons. Don't let that worry you, mostly they're used for pests or dangerous wildlife around here. Solaf is the proprietor of Gray Pine Goods, and Lod is the local blacksmith. Of course, you already know of the graveyard, and the adjacent Hall of the Dead. Kust tends to the graves and the newly deceased, while Runil cares for the temple. Falkreath may not be as bustling as Whiterun, but we are well off enough for now. Ah, I nearly forgot. If you fancy yourself a huntress, the surrounding woods have plenty of game- deer, elk, wolf, bear, game birds, and so on. Myself, I occasionally go for a hunt alongside my guard. It's good for keeping in shape, and they rarely say no to a hot game stew."
Nancy
Calina nodded.

"I used too, my pa used to drag me out ot the plains for some hunting trips. I liked it, but I couldn't shoot rabbits because they were too cute. Pa said it was alright for me to have a heart but said that when it came down to it, I had to push aside my heart if it meant to feed my family." She told a bit about her hunting life she had while she was young.

"But I never have the time... Too busy with making sure Balgruuf is not dealing with the stress of the dumbasses and keeping the city clean. But I'll be sure to spend some of my gold here, I might get a few trinkets here and there." She added.
Geraldine
"Well there's certainly a few trinkets, I'm sure Solaf would give you a reasonable... Kust?"
Pamela
*A Nord had approached the two, a man wearing armor of iron and carrying a shovel, and he looked immediately to Kolgarth and spoke.*

"My Jarl, I've discovered something concerning that you need to see. I think the cemetery may have been robbed."
Geraldine
*Kolgarth's look changed drastically. His face became stern, almost hollow.*

"...What."

*He began following as Kust gestured to him, moving in the direction of the graveyard. For a moment, he turned back to Krowviir.*

"Whatever has happened, there will be consequences. The dead are not to be disturbed."
Nancy
Calina had a show of concern on her face as she saw the Jarl's concern. What has brought so much anger and fear to him? Then it hit her, somebody had messed with the graves.

"Damned grave robbers. Worse than actual robbers, having to rely on taking from the dead." She gritted her teeth, feeling his anger as well.

Calina would never know how to react if somebody robbed her mother's grave. Her father put a priceless family heirloom with her, something that was very special to him when he was young.

Calina would follow the Jarl, seeing who or what did this.

"You might not be in my jurisdiction, but if you need my help. I'm willing to aid you find the son of a bitch that did this." She told him.
Geraldine
"Your concern is appreciated, and I have no quarrel if you wish to aid me. Now, let's see who saw fit to disturb the dead."

*The two had been led to the graveyard, where Kust and Runil were now standing beside one of the graves. Nearby, a couple residents were standing watching what was happening, while one or two guards kept them back for the time being.*
Pamela
"Look here, my Jarl. There is a depression here, and the soil is not fully intact. Someone moved it, and didn't cover it up fully."

*Moving around, there was a name engraved into the headstone over the disturbed soil. It read:*

**'Here rests Andral Noxilius**
**Leader, veteran, and grandfather**
**May he find rest under Orkey's watch**
**4E 129 - 4E 201**
Geraldine
"Andral... Words cannot describe the anger I feel. To see the resting place of a veteran desecrated... Abhorrent. It brings me no joy to unearth his coffin, but we must see if the effects he was buried with were stolen. Kust, please begin digging."
Pamela
*Kust nodded to the Jarl and, with his shovel, began to dig. With the soil already loose and not well packed, uncovering the grave would not take much longer than a couple minutes.*
Nancy
"By the Nine..." She gasped.

Calina looked around for a shovel and quickly got one into he hands and began to help the man dig so they could see what they took. Savages, to take from the dead? It angered Calina to the bone.
Pamela
*With Calina's aid, Kust was able to dig a couple feet much faster, until there was a sudden thud. Metal on wood, as the shovel struck the coffin. Moving around more soil, the surface of the coffin was uncovered. Kust's face turned white.*

"My Jarl... This is something else."
Geraldine
*Kolgarth made his way over to the edge of the grave and peered in. He too looked shocked. There was a wide hole in the coffin into which soil had fallen. There was no body interred within. Kolgarth was silent.*
Nancy
Calina had a shocked expression, not only did they rob his grave but they took his body too? What kind of people would...? Calina had already a good idea who took, well the group of people that would take a body. She looked towards the Jarl.

"I might not have plenty of evidence to back up a claim, but my gut tells me necromancers may have taken the body, they're the only ones that would have any real use for a body... Unless there are parties involved." She made a suggestion upon seeing the body of the legendary soldier now stolen. This was beyond disgraceful, this was something that would even make the Dark Brotherhood blush.
Geraldine
"No... It couldn't have been. Look at the edges of the hole."

*Looking around the rim of the hole, it painted a clearer picture- the coffin appeared broken outward, not inward. Something inside might broken out, rather than someone or something breaking inside.*

"This wasn't a theft. This was an escape. Something may have escaped from the coffin and clawed its way to the surface. But the dirt was somewhat packed- an attempt to hide the escape, perhaps. Hmm... I have a strong suspicion on what happened, but to think that Andral could be such a thing..."