<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong><br/>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  25 / 25<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  0 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/>Seras strode alongside Yulia through the town, balancing the haft of her axe across her shoulders and letting her wrists drape over it to hold it in place rather than holding it in a firm grip.  Her eyes casually scanned the side alleys and roof tops as they made their way through the streets of Ovesgar, looking for signs of thieves, spies, or assassins in her own casual way.  She'd see men slow their pace a bit when Yulia came into view, hoping to watch the way her gait made her body roll and shift a little longer than their route would normally allow ... but then, that was something she was used to.  The children peeking out from over the fences were a little more strange, but she supposed they were curious about the adventurer's in their midsts.  She also noticed a few people quicken their steps or cross the paved street to keep their distance from the pair, wanting no part of the kind of trouble a witch and a warsworn were likely to drag behind them.<br/><br/>The graveyard wasn't exactly what she'd expected.  There was no wall around it for one thing, no holy wards or talisma either from what she could see.  Stacks of stones or wooden planks hammered into the earth served as headstones for most of them, each grave laid out haphazardly with no neat little lanes for mourners to trek down.  Here and there, someone would have a proper headstone, likely evidence that they'd had enough money for a proper funeral ... but she saw no mausoleums; no sign of esteemed families who'd been in the town for generations and sought to gift their ancestors with greater dignity than the plowhands and wastrels of the town.<br/><br/>Of course, the lack of wall meant that as she came around the back of the hill, it didn't take her long at all to catch sight of two of her companions struggling in the moss and gravedirt.  Of course, she'd heard their squabbling even earlier than that, but to think it had gotten this far this quickly...<br/><br/>Seras sighed, bowing her head and shaking it sadly as Yulia glanced at her.  When Yulia called out though, she looked up at her with a quirked eyebrow.  Apparently<em>she</em>hadn't realized that possibility had been on the table, but she kept her mouth closed, chosing instead to focus on the other "good pair" or their quartet.<br/><br/>"You children sure seem carefree." she said, slapping the back end of her axe haft to spin it up and off of her shoulder, rolling it around her wrist before planting the butt against the ground, "I hope that means you've found something good.  I'd hate to think you've just been horsing around the graves of our employers' hallowed dead this whole time."