<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e4/3e/3a/e43e3a6106d104b673cedaf9c6ee940b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Caretaker</span></strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><hr/><br/>The caretaker closed his eyes, tilted his head, and seemed to listen to something that only he could hear.  He breathed deeply, and then opened his eyes suddenly, smiling garishly... toothlessly.<br/><br/>"Too early," the caretaker said.  He then gestured to an empty spot.   "You'll go there when you're ready."  He then stood up and walked to the spot.  He stomped on it.  The dirt did not give.   "It is a lovely spot."<br/><br/>He then meandered over to another grave, and he knelt in front of it, brushing off some leaves that had fallen on it.<br/><br/>"In service of a dark lady, are you, hmm?" the caretaker said thoughtfully.   "... Most irregular."