"True," Kendra says. "I haven't heard anything, but one of those scoundrels might have learned a few magic tricks. I wouldn't have put it past my father to teach them, either." Kendra sets the pot on the stove, to boil. "I... I'm not sure, about the graveyard, to be honest. I suspect it has been, but I also believe that the consecration needs regular renewal, doesn't it? And, of course, that would be horrific."