As you wait, you get a good idea of just how late it is... the moon is well past its crest, and even the night-owls have fallen quiet. Which might explain why it takes so long for the town's night-watchmen- two tall, scowling Andorans, who could almost pass for brothers- take so long to get to you, and could<em>possibly</em>explain why they seem so... disinterested, for lack of a better word.<br/><br/>All in all, it only takes about ten minutes for them to gather a statement; they ask your story, dump the bodies in a little wheel-barrow that they'd brought along, and practically order you to go find a room in the inn. They don't even ask why you were in the graveyard in the first place!<br/><br/>And as quickly as that, they're gone, and you're alone in a graveyard in the middle of the night... Even the church's cleric seems a bit confused by the proceedings.<br/><br/>"Erm... young man?" The old priest- a half-orc with greying hair and one broken tusk- asks in a low voice. "I am not sure why you were here, but I am thankful for your presence. It is a truly unforgivable sin to disturb the bones of the dead... and by those freakish goblins no less. If you like, I could give you a room in the Sanctum for the night, to show you my thanks..."